I remembered once, I laughed and asked him, “What if one day we end up as enemies? Would you throw me in there too?”
He looked at me back then, serious for once. “No. That’ll never happen. We won’t become enemies.”
I almost laughed now.
Look at me.
Standing right in the middle of his hell.
All because of a lie that didn’t even try to hide its cracks.
Something inside my chest twisted slowly, painfully.
“I didn’t push Grandpa,” I said, forcing the words out one by one. “I didn’t do it. I’m not lying. I didn’t do anything wrong, so I’m not staying here to reflect on something I didn’t do.”
I tried to stand.
My body didn’t listen.
It felt like it was falling apart, like every part of me was too weak to hold together. My legs trembled and gave out before I could even get up properly.
Argus let out a low scoff.
“Dahlia, you really are something,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “Still pretending. Still acting like the victim. I won’t believe a single word from you ever again.”
Ever again. He turned and walked out. The door slammed shut.
And then darkness. Complete darkness swallowed everything. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything except my own breathing.
It came fast. Too fast.