Each tick of the clock felt like an eternity. Her hands were stained by Regulus's blood that refused to fade. A constant reminder of the horror that happened a few hours ago. Minutes turned into hours, and with each passing moment, her hope dwindled.
Her mind was replaying the scene over and over. The weight of guilt pressed down on her like a physical force. She was used to control, but now, she felt like a helpless spectator.
Rithika ⟨Rialta Flores⟩
*If only I hadn’t hesitated... Why did I get distracted...*
Rithika ⟨Rialta Flores⟩
*looks towards the door* Come on Reggie, you can't die on me.
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𝑴𝒔. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕
Y'know, you should have used those song lines as Reg's inner thoughts while he was staring at those eyes 🤣🤣
~reader from HBC
2024-08-10
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𝑴𝒔. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕
@Regulus this might be just a story but you still gotta listen to this doctor 👁️👁️
~reader from HBC
2024-08-10
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𝑴𝒔. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕
Is Reg... realizing what love is? 👀
(I feel like I'm risking my life with these comments lol)
~reader from HBC
2024-08-10
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