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We are often told that life can change in a second. Mine ended in two heartbeats.
I grew up without parents… well, almost. My mother died, and my father… he just left. I had a little contact with him, though. I grew up in an orphanage, where I met Vehra, my best friend. Despite all her vices, she sometimes despises me a little, but I can’t hate her because she has everything I don’t: a family.
A FEW HOURS EARLIER:
The rain was pouring too hard on campus. I was reading a book on anatomy, as usual, while my friend Vehra was talking about those damn Pornhub videos with such love that anyone would think she was reciting Bible verses—until the sound of guns destroyed everything. I barely had time to realize it was a shooting before a man shot me twice, and I collapsed.
*Present*
- Ouch… huh? Where the hell am I?
I look around, but not much. I’m simply in a filthy, damp room, sitting on a chair and tied to it. I wonder why me.
A man suddenly enters the room; he must be two meters tall that bastard.
- Your name.
- Where am I?
- …Do I speak French?
- Teeya… Now, where am I?
- In your father’s left testicle. Happy?
*Silence*
- I’m Lev. You know that bastard Jasper?
- I fail to see the importance of that question, especially since you refuse to tell me where we are.
He stands and approaches me, towering over me with his full height. His hazel eyes and messy hair are utterly charming, not to mention his well-kept, perfect figure. He leans in and unties my hands before looking me straight in the eyes.
- In my world, ignoring a question is already an answer. And often the wrong one.
- “Your world”? What do you mean by that?
- The one you just entered without being invited.
His low voice hits me like a burning caress. He’s so close that I feel his breath brush my cheek, and despite myself, my heart skips a beat.I hold his gaze, feigning indifference while every fiber of my body screams the opposite.
- Then I hope your world is worth the risk.
I whisper
