[Another warning: A little bit of NTR element here, you can skip it if you want. But i swear this are important for the plot later]
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With his voice trembling, barely holding back a storm of emotions, Nanael pointed at the blond man. His finger shook violently.
"Lia... who is this guy?" The words scraped out of his throat like broken glass. Each syllable felt like it tore something inside him.
Lia's lips quivered. Her whole body trembled. She tried to speak, opened her mouth—but no words came. Only a silent breath and the glisten of tears pooling in her eyes.
Her eyes were hollow, caught between fear and regret.
Nanael's fury surged higher. He stepped forward.
He repeated his question—louder, sharper, like a blade slicing through silence. His voice cracked into a roar.
"WHO THE FUCK IS HE?! ANSWER ME!"
Lia finally forced out a whisper. It trembled like her body.
"He's... he's my friend who—"
Before she could finish, the blond man stood from the couch, brushing off his shirt casually, as if nothing was wrong. His eyes locked onto Nanael's with a mocking gaze.
"I'm Lia's sex partner. And she likes me more than she ever liked you."
The words, delivered so coldly, landed like a hammer straight into Nanael's heart.
His expression froze.
His blood boiled. The fury he had kept inside exploded with blinding force. His eyes turned red, vision clouded by tears and rage.
He stormed forward, driven by pain and betrayal. His fist clenched tight.
A brutal punch slammed into the man's jaw, snapping his head to the side. The blond man staggered, nearly falling.
Lia gasped. A low shriek escaped her lips as she jumped forward, grabbing Nanael's arm to make him stop.
"Nanael, stop! Please!" she cried. Her voice cracked. "I'm begging you!"
But Nanael didn't stop. His punches rained down, a fury born of heartbreak. Each blow carried the weight of love shattered.
The blond man stumbled back, tried to block, but Nanael's assault was wild and relentless.
It didn't last. The blond man retaliated with a hard punch that caught Nanael straight in the face, knocking him to the floor.
Nanael grimaced, feeling the warm trickle of blood from his nose. Pain filled him—but worse was the humiliation.
He tried to rise. His body shook. But the man was already on top of him, fists pounding down without mercy.
Nanael could only shield his face. His strength failed him. Lia cried out in terror, yanking at the man's arms.
"Please, stop! You're going to kill him!"
The blond man didn't listen.
Nanael's face was a mess. Every inch of his body screamed in pain. Blood dripped from his nose and lips. His vision blurred.
Then came one final punch—hard and bone-crushing, before the man finally stood up.
He stared down at Nanael with disgust. Breathing hard, he turned away like nothing had happened.
Before walking out, he looked back at Lia. His sharp gaze pierced her like ice.
"Are you coming with me? Or staying with this trash?"
His voice was cutting, every word a dagger.
"I can always find another girl. Think about it, Lia."
Lia froze. She stared at Nanael, broken and bloody, lying on the floor for her sake. Guilt and shame stormed through her. But the pull of lust... of temptation... it was stronger.
She hated herself for it, but she stepped toward the man.
He waited with a wicked grin, knowing he had already won. He opened the door slowly, leaving it ajar as if to offer her one last choice.
Lia clenched her jaw. She looked down at Nanael, whose swollen face was turned toward her with pleading eyes.
"I'm sorry... Nanael," she whispered.
"Lia! Lia!" Nanael called her in desperation. His voice cracked, filled with heartbreak.
"Come back! Please! I bought us cake... your favorite. For our anniversary. Please, don't leave."
Tears rolled down his bruised cheeks.
"I... I love you, Lia..."
She looked at him one last time, tears falling, then turned her back—and walked away.
"Lia! Please, wait! We can still eat the cake! I'll get you anything you want, just stay! Please, Lia, please..."
His arm stretched out, and his hand swept through empty air.
Lia disappeared beyond the door.
Nanael's world fell apart.
He let out a scream, a loud and broken scream. Echoing in the empty apartment.
"YOU'LL REGRET THIS, LIA! I SWEAR YOU WILL! JUST WAIT, YOU'LL REGRET LEAVING ME!"
Then his voice crumbled.
"So please... please... don't leave me..."
But no voice answered him. Lia was gone.
Nanael's heart shattered completely. The pain in his body was nothing compared to the storm inside him.
He laughed.
A bitter laugh. A sound that had no place in happiness, but in complete despair.
Some say joy's highest peak is tears. But sorrow's deepest pit is laughter.
He laughed, even though he wanted to scream, to cry, to disappear.
But no more tears came. Only laughter. A broken man's last sound of sanity slipping away.
He laughed at how pathetic it all was. How much he loved. How much he tried. How deeply he lost.
And a terrible thought took hold.
"It's his fault. If that man never showed up, we'd still be happy. It's him. That bastard."
Hatred twisted Nanael's face.
He rose, driven by fury and with a single purpose.
Revenge.
He stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a knife. Cold steel reflected the dim hallway light.
Without pause, he left the apartment. His body shook with pain, but rage gave him strength.
He clutched the knife behind his back. Blood and tears flowed together as he limped through the lobby.
People saw him. A bloodied man with red eyes and a knife. Gasps filled the air. People calling the police.
But Nanael didn't care.
He saw them, just down the street. The blond man and Lia. Her head lowered with a shaking body.
That sight lit the final spark.
He charged.
People screamed, and some ran away from him.
Nanael rushed forward, knife in hand.
One strike. Straight into the man's chest. Aimed at the heart.
Screams erupted.
Blood sprayed.
The blond man's eyes widened. Blood poured from his mouth. He grabbed Nanael and shoved him hard.
Nanael stumbled backward, into the street.
Horns honked on the road.
But Nanael didn't look. He stared at the man who fell to his knees, knife still buried deep in his heart.
Nanael smiled. A twisted, shattered smile. Laughter born of insanity burst from him.
The car struck him instanly.
His body flew and everything ended instanly.
Lia screamed, her voice full of horror and regret.
She ran to Nanael, but he was gone.
The blond man coughed blood. Then collapsed to the ground.
Chaos reigned and crowds gathered
And Nanael's tragedy ended with blood, and a heart that loved too much...