Arlene
“This is true…”
The shock in her gaze was unmistakably raw, vivid, and deliciously satisfying to behold. Her pupils dilated, and she took an instinctive step backward, her face a canvas of disbelief as her eyes locked onto mine.
It was as though she couldn’t quite process what she was seeing, as though her mind was screaming the same phrase over and over: Yasmin is dead.
Of course, Yasmin was dead - to everyone else and, in some ways, to me too. But the version of me that existed now had a singular purpose, one that burned hotter than any memory of who I once was.
I would not stop until every person who had made me regret my existence paid in full for their sins.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but no words came. They trembled briefly before pressing toget
