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Do you know that feeling of anticipation when you sit around and wait for the bomb to explode, either it's a party popper, wine pops, the principal calling you to their office, or your parent finding out you're a fraud?
That feeling usually eats a person alive, it comes with apprehension, and when the exact popping moment clicks, it turns to nerve-racking.
My wine didn't pop. I waited the whole day and locked my door the entire night. Nothing actually happened.
The next morning, I crossed Lilith's door over ten times, waiting for her to call me out for throwing her into the wild, but it was like she was utterly oblivious of my existence even through the repeated eye contact. She just smiled small and closed her door.
The torture was devouring me inside like a wildfire throughout
