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(Tw: contents will focus on the dark genre, exploring disturbing topics)

Every author loves their story.

Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?

The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.

The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.

All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.

Everyone loves their work.

But some forget they did.

The Author's Playground

"Is this really okay…?" Quasolium's voice wavered, uncertainty filled her words. "Leaving them behind like that?"

He tilted his head, almost amused. "Didn't you say, back on the first day of school, that you wanted to be my friend?"

Quasolium hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Yeah, I did. We never really talked, but I always thought… maybe I should've approached you in class—"

The cold bite of steel pressed against her throat.

"O-oh…?" A nervous chuckle slipped out, masking the tremor in her voice. "W-what's the meaning of this…?"

Elijah's gaze darkened as he spoke.

"Aren't you tired of pretending?" he murmured, pressing the blade tighter.

The edge dug in just enough to make a point—just enough to warn.

"I think it's time you start talking. Don't you?"

Betrayal (2)