VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER TEN ‎Shattered Reflections ‎(Part One)

VOLUME I

‎ACT I

‎CHAPTER TEN

‎Shattered Reflections

‎(Part One)

We didn’t talk about the journal again. Not that night. Not the next morning. It hovered in the space between us—read, understood, but still too fragile to handle again.

Kieran cooked us breakfast the next day. Pancakes and strawberries, eggs with too much pepper. He hummed while he flipped the pancakes, barefoot in his old hoodie, like we hadn’t just shattered the foundation of our relationship and pieced it back together with trembling hands.

I sat at the counter, chin resting in my palm, just watching him.

“Why are you staring?” he asked.

“Because I can,” I replied.

He smirked, but I didn’t miss the flicker of something behind his eyes—hesitation, maybe. Or doubt.

After breakfast, we went back to my apartment. It was quiet. A Saturday without plans. We settled onto the couch, half-watching a movie neither of us cared about. His arm was draped along the backrest, and I leaned into him slowly, testing boundaries.

He didn’t move away.

But he didn’t pull me closer either.

We stayed like that for hours, not talking much. Just existing beside one another. It was tender, this new stage. Like learning to dance again after forgetting all the steps.

Eventually, he spoke. “I talked to my brother.”

I stiffened. “And?”

“He’s… confused. Hurt. But not surprised.”

“Not surprised?”

Kieran nodded. “He always thought something was off about how fast you became part of our lives. Said it was like you already knew how to fit in.”

I looked down. “I didn’t mean to use him. Not after we actually became friends.”

“I know,” he said softly. “And so does he. That’s why he wants to talk to you.”

I swallowed. “Okay.”

“He’s not angry. Just… disappointed.”

That word hit harder than I expected.

“He’s like my second spine,” Kieran said. “I lean on him for everything. And now he’s caught in this weird place between us.”

I nodded. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll apologize properly.”

Kieran didn’t respond. He just turned his head to look at me, really look at me.

“Do you ever wonder what our story would’ve been if you hadn’t done all of that?” he asked.

“All the time.”

“And?”

“I think I still would’ve fallen for you. Eventually. Maybe slower. Maybe differently. But it would’ve happened.”

He studied me for a long time. “That’s what I want to believe.”

The movie ended. Neither of us noticed.

We just sat in the silence, surrounded by the echo of everything we had said, and everything we hadn’t yet dared to say.

Later that night, after he left, I found myself pulling out the journal. Not the old one. A new one. Blank pages. Clean start.

At the top of the first page, I wrote:

Day 1 of telling the truth.

Because that’s what this had to be now.

Not another plan. Not another performance. Just honesty. Even if it scared me. Especially if it did.

I flipped to the next page and began to write:

I lied to the man I love because I didn’t think he’d ever choose me if I didn’t. But now, he’s choosing to stay. And I have to be worthy of that choice.

I paused.

Then, slowly, I kept writing.

And the words flowed, not as a script, not as a confession, but as something new entirely.

Something real.

Me.

The next morning brought an unexpected knock at my door. I opened it to find Kieran’s brother standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, face unreadable.

“Got a minute?” he asked.

I nodded and stepped aside.

We sat in the kitchen, two mugs of untouched coffee between us. The silence stretched.

Finally, he said, “I get it now. Why you did what you did.”

I looked up, surprised. “You do?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t make it right. But it makes sense.”

“I never meant to hurt you either,” I said quietly. “You became one of my best friends. That wasn’t fake.”

He nodded. “I believe that. But it still feels like my trust was used. Like I handed you the keys to our family and you already knew which doors to open.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “Do better. That’s all I want. For him. And for you. Don’t hide anymore.”

“I won’t,” I whispered.

He stood, gave me a quick nod, and left.

I stared at the closed door for a long time. It felt like another weight lifting. Not gone. But shifting.

Forgiveness wasn’t instant. But it had begun.

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2. Chapter One: The Moment I First Saw Him (Part 2)

3. Chapter One: The Moment I First Saw Him ( ‎Part 3)

4. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWO The New Girl in His House (Part One)

5. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER TWO ‎The New Girl in His House (Part Two) ‎

6. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER THREE ‎One Step Closer ‎(Part One)

7. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER THREE ‎One Step Closer ‎(Part Two)

8. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER THREE ‎One Step Closer ‎(Part Three) ‎

9. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER FOUR ‎The Secret Between Us ‎(Part One)

10. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER FOUR ‎The Secret Between Us ‎(Part Two)

11. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER FIVE ‎Cracks in the Glass ‎(Part One)

12. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER FIVE ‎Cracks in the Glass ‎(Part Two) ‎

13. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER FIVE ‎House of Cards ‎(Part Three)

14. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER Six ‎House of Cards ‎(Part One)

15. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER Six ‎House of Cards ‎(Part Two)

16. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER SEVEN ‎ Ashes and Embers ‎(Part One)

17. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER SEVEN ‎ Ashes and Embers ‎(Part Two)

18. CHAPTER SEVEN: Ashes and Embers Part 3 I didn’t expect to hear from his brother that morning. But just after 10 a.m., my phone buzzed with a simple message: > "Hey. You home?" I stared at it for a full minute, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Then finally: > "Yeah. Come over if you want." He showed up twenty minutes later, holding a paper bag and two large iced coffees. He didn’t smile. Didn’t hug me like usual. Just handed me one of the drinks and walked in like he’d been rehearsing something all morning. We sat across from each other on the living room floor—neither of us saying a word at first. He tapped the condensation off his cup. I picked at a loose thread on the rug. Finally, he broke the silence. “So. You lied.” My stomach tightened. “Yes.” “You used me.” “I—” I paused. “At first? Yeah. I did. But that changed.” He looked at me, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “Do you know what it’s like realizing one of your closest friendships was built on... a strategy?” “I didn’t know it would turn into something real. I didn’t plan that.” “But you planned everything else.” His voice was low, but steady. “From the first time you spoke to me to the first time you came to our house. That wasn’t friendship. That was scouting.” I blinked back the sting behind my eyes. “I was fourteen. I didn’t know how else to get close to him. You were the bridge.” “You were a kid, sure. But you knew exactly what you were doing.” He leaned back, letting out a bitter laugh. “God. And here I was thinking I introduced you two.” “I’m sorry.” “That’s not enough.” I nodded. “I know.” We sat in that angry, wounded silence for a moment. Then he sighed. “You know what hurts most? I actually defended you when K told me everything. I said, ‘There’s no way she planned all that. Not her.’” “I didn’t expect to be forgiven right away. I just hoped I wouldn’t lose everyone.” He looked away. “You didn’t lose me. But you sure as hell made it harder to know where we stand.” I swallowed. “I miss how we used to talk.” “Yeah,” he said. “Me too. But I have to re-learn who you are. Or decide if I want to.” --- K came back late that evening. He looked tired, but less haunted. Like some storm inside him had weakened into something he could walk through instead of being swallowed by. We didn’t speak at first. He dropped his keys into the bowl by the door, took off his shoes, and headed for the kitchen. I followed slowly, unsure if I was welcome in his space. But then he reached up into the cabinet and pulled down two wine glasses. He didn’t say anything. Just poured the wine, set a glass in front of me, and sat. After a moment, he finally asked, “Did you talk to my brother?” I nodded. “This morning.” “And?” “He’s hurt. But he listened.” K swirled his wine slowly. “I remember how excited he was when he introduced us. He thought he was being clever. Said he had a ‘friend I’d totally click with.’” “I didn’t mean to take that away from him. Or from you.” He looked at me, tired but open. “I think you did mean to. But you also didn’t understand how deeply it would cut when the truth came out.” “You’re right.” He took a sip, then leaned back. “Do you remember the second time we hung out—just the two of us?” I nodded instantly. “Of course.” “You asked me what I’d name my future dog. I said Thor, and you laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard.” I smiled faintly. “It was.” “Yeah, well,” he said, “I found out last night you already knew I’d say that.” I blinked. “You did?” He nodded. “My brother remembered showing you a video once—an old clip where I talked about wanting a dog named Thor when I was sixteen.” A lump formed in my throat. “I thought that moment was spontaneous,” he continued. “Thought it was some cute serendipity between us. But now, I see it for what it was. A perfectly timed cue in your play.” I shook my head slowly. “It wasn’t a play. It was real for me. All of it. Even the moments I had a head start on—I still fell in love with you for who you were in person, not on screen.” He looked away. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.” --- After dinner, we ended up on the couch. The distance between us smaller now, but still there. Like a thread pulled too tight but not yet snapped. “I had a dream last night,” he said quietly. I turned to him. “You and I were on a boat. In the middle of the ocean. No land in sight. Calm waters. But I realized we only had one oar. And every time I tried to row, you grabbed it and steered in the opposite direction.” “What did you do?” “I let go.” His voice dropped. “And the boat started to spin in circles.” I looked at him, heart aching. “Do you think that’s us?” He shrugged. “I think it was us. But I don’t want it to be.” “I don’t either.” He finally turned to me, his eyes searching. “I’m still mad. Still confused. But I’m also still in love with you. Which makes this whole thing harder than I thought it’d be.” Tears burned at the edges of my eyes. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes. I’ll wait for your anger to fade, for your trust to return, for you to believe in us again.” “You shouldn’t have to wait alone.” He took my hand—really took it this time. Not out of obligation or habit, but choice. His thumb brushed over my knuckles like a whisper. “This doesn’t fix everything,” he said. “I know.” “But it’s a start.” We sat like that for a long time—hands intertwined, bodies still, the air between us finally softening. --- That night, for the first time since the truth came out, he followed me into the bedroom. He didn’t say anything. Just pulled off his hoodie, climbed into bed, and lay down beside me. He didn’t touch me. Didn’t hold me. But he didn’t leave. And for now, that was more than enough.

19. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER EIGHT ‎The Things We Don't Say ‎(Part One)

20. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER EIGHT ‎The Things We Don't Say ‎(Part Two)

21. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER EIGHT ‎The Things We Don't Say ‎(Part Three)

22. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER NINE ‎Collateral Truths ‎(Part One)

23. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER NINE ‎Collateral Truths ‎(Part Two)

24. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER NINE ‎Collateral Truths ‎(Part Three)

25. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER TEN ‎Shattered Reflections ‎(Part One)

26. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER TEN ‎Shattered Reflections ‎(Part One)

27. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER TEN ‎Shattered Reflections ‎(Part Three)

28. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER ELEVEN ‎Echoes of Us ‎(Part One)

29. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER ELEVEN ‎Echoes of Us ‎(Part Two)

30. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER ELEVEN ‎Echoes of Us ‎(Part Three)

31. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER TWELVE ‎Remnants of a Lie ‎(Part One)

32. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER TWELVE ‎Remnants of a Lie ‎(Part Two)

33. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER TWELVE ‎Remnants of a Lie ‎(Part Three)

34. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Shape of Us ‎(Part One)

35. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Shape of Us ‎(Part Two)

36. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Shape of Us ‎(Part Three)

37. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER FOURTEEN ‎Echoes We Bury ‎(Part One)

38. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER FOURTEEN Echoes We Bury (Part Two)

39. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER FOURTEEN Echoes We Bury (Part Three)

40. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER FIFTEEN ‎Open Wound ‎(Part One)

41. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER FIFTEEN ‎Open Wound ‎(Part Two)

42. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER FIFTEEN ‎Open Wound ‎(Part Three)

43. VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I ‎ ‎CHAPTER SIXTEEN ‎Between What’s Said and Meant ‎(Part One)

44. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER SIXTEEN ‎Between What’s Said and Meant ‎(Part Two)

45. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER SIXTEEN ‎Between What’s Said and Meant ‎(Part Three)

46. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ‎Firelines We Draw ‎(Part One)

47. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ‎Firelines We Draw ‎(Part Two)

48. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ‎Firelines We Draw ‎(Part Three)

49. VOLUME I ‎ACT I CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Face to the Flame (Part One)

50. VOLUME I ‎ACT I CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Face to the Flame (Part Two)

51. VOLUME I ‎ACT I CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Face to the Flame (Part Three)

52. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER NINETEEN Every Lie We Let Live (Part One)

53. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER NINETEEN Every Lie We Let Live (Part Two)

54. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER NINETEEN Every Lie We Let Live (Part Three)

55. ‎VOLUME I ‎ ‎ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY This Time, We Begin (Part One)

56. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY This Time, We Begin (Part TWO)

57. VOLUME I ACT I ‎CHAPTER TWENTY This Time, We Begin (Part Three)

58. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE His Disappearance (Part One)

59. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE His Disappearance Part Two

60. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE His Disappearance Part Three

61. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The Guilt Between Us Part Four

62. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The Guilt Between Us (Part Five)

63. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 21 The Space Between Lies and Love Part Six

64. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The Space Between Lies and Love (Part Seven)

65. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: The Space Between Lies and Love Part Eight

66. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONET The Space Between Lies and Love Part Nine

67. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The Space Between Lies and Love Part Ten

68. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO The Silence Between Breaths ‎(Part One)

69. VOLUME I ‎ACT I ‎CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO The Silence Between Breaths ‎(Part Two)

70. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Whispers Underneath (Part Three)

71. ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY - TWO he Price of Secrets (Part Four)

72. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 22 An Oath of Silence (Part Five)

73. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 22 Ghosted (Part Six)

74. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 22 The Longest Night (Part Seven)

75. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 22 The Longest Night (Part Eight)

76. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 22 The Longest Night (Part Nine)

77. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 22 The Longest Night (Part Ten)

78. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part One)

79. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Two)

80. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Three)

81. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Four)

82. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Five)

83. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Six)

84. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Seven)

85. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Eight)

86. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Nine)

87. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 23 The Phone is Missing (Part Ten)

88. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 24 – Truth is Not Enough (Part One)

89. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 24 – Truth is Not Enough (Part Two)

90. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 24 – Truth is Not Enough (Part Three )

91. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 24 – Truth is Not Enough (Part Four)

92. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 24 – Truth is Not Enough (Part Five)

93. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR TRUTH IS NOT ENOUGH (Part Six)

94. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR TRUTH IS NOT ENOUGH (Part Seven)

95. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 24 TRUTH IS NOT ENOUGH (Part Eight)

96. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR TRUTH IS NOT ENOUGH Part Nine

97. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR TRUTH IS NOT ENOUGH (Part Ten)

98. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER 25 The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part One) Static on the Line

99. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Two) The Woman in the Voicemail

100. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER - TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Three) Ava Doesn’t Flinch

101. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Four) The Friend Who Knew None of It

102. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Five) The Quiet Before the Quake

103. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Six) The Mirror and the Match

104. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Seven) The Lie of Fate, the Truth of Us

105. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Eight) The Window and the Knife

106. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops (Part Nine) She Wasn’t Special, She Was a Test

107. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The Bitmojie Bomb Drops Part Ten: The Ugly Truth We Never Asked For

108. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part One) The Quiet After the Bomb

109. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON Part Two Alina

110. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Three)

111. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Four)

112. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Five)

113. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Six)

114. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Seven)

115. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Eight)

116. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Nine)

117. VOLUME I ACT I CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HIS SON (Part Ten)

118. VOLUME II ACT II CHAPTER TWENTY - SEVEN New Soil (Part One) Replanting

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