Date = 7 December
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house / UCSF Medical Center)
POV – Melaena
“Fuck.”
The phone slips from my fingers and clatters onto the floor, the sound sharp and final.
I don’t move. I can’t. My heart doesn’t just stop — it shatters, splitting wide open like it’s been waiting for this exact blow.
My knees give out, and I sink to the floor, clutching my chest as if I can physically hold the pain in place, keep it from ripping me apart.
It doesn’t work. Nothing works.
With trembling hands, I pick up the phone again.
The photo fills the screen.
Chloe.
Naked.
Smiling like she won something.
One hand behind her head, the other strategically placed — barely — over her pubic area. Her double-Ds are completely uncovered, full and unapologetic, her n*****s darker th
