Belle***
My pulse thudded in my ears as I watched Jake, and everything around me felt… wrong. So wrong. Like I had stepped into a world where everything was out of focus—blurry edges, fractured pieces of a puzzle that I couldn’t quite put together. I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t grasp why my body felt detached from the present moment, like I was watching everything unfold from some far-off place, unable to move, unable to think.
The blood. His blood. On his hands.
I blinked hard, trying to shake the confusion, but it only thickened, pressing down on me, smothering every coherent thought I had. My head throbbed—pulsing, aching, each beat of my heart like a hammer to my skull. Why couldn’t I remember?
The blood—his blood—was undeniable. It clung to him like a second skin, so thick, so s
