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━━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! ❪ this comfortable love ❫
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⋆ 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 the body that laid on the ground, all of their hope and Darling were gone. She was the glue of the guests, making everyone feel okay and happy, and now their chances of surviving are over. Jamie lay next to Darling's body, afraid to move away; despite the blood starting to stain Jamie's shirt, no one was willing to pull him apart from her. No one wanted to let Darling's body disappear, just as Claira or Rosalie once did.
"How the hell voted Darling in?" Jamie said, his voice shaking as he looked at everyone. He pushed himself off the ground, legs shaking from the constant fear of the unfolding event. Their faces didn't give away anything, and Jamie couldn't figure out who voted her in.
"Jamie━"
"No, Eleanor. I need to know..." Jamie stopped Eleanor as he placed his hand before him, looking away from the guests and avoiding eye contact. Eleanor sighed as Jamie limped away from the group. She tried to say something, but her throat choked.
Jamie's leg was aching from the challenge, seeing as he had twisted his ankle in the challenge, trying to make it up the stairs. As he took a seat on the stairs, he remembered the look on Darling's face and the sad smile before she took the great fall. Jamie kept replaying that moment in his head; it reminded him of a song that he loved, and he would replay it until it became an earworm that fed on his brain. Since Jamie set foot in this estate, he had no more happy moments.
