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“I know how tired you are,” she purred. “You’ve fought for everyone but yourself. You bend and break for people who will never understand you. You think if you’re useful enough, good enough, maybe someone will finally say, ‘You belong.’ ” Zoey stayed silent but she was trembling.
“I see it all, you know…” the spitting image of her said tilting her head, with those too-familiar eyes gleaming with a yellow undertone. “...every thought you try to bury, every little crack. You pretend you’re strong, but inside? You’re starving.”
Zoey’s knees threatened to buckle, her head fogging and her defences crumbling. It felt like her thoughts weren’t hers anymore — like something was wrapping around her mind gently, sweetly.
“You’re so pathetic,” the demon said, voice low, almost affectionate, as she reached forward and gently lifted Zoey’s chin with one cold, flawless hand. “You don’t just want somewhere to belong….” she said, eyes glowing with something ancient and terrifying now.
The words didn’t cut. They sank.
“...You need it.”
Or
Zoey is met with her doppelganger instead of Rumi after the Idol Awards, fighting her inner and outer demon.
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31 Aug 2025