@urwriter.sey: K - 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙙 W - 𝙀𝙨𝙢𝙚 — Esme sat by the window, cigarette glowing between her fingers as smoke drifted around her. Her eyes remained fixed outside, her mind elsewhere too. Across the room, her cousin simply stared at her, arms folded. “You're still staring,” Esme muttered, taking another drag. “I’m making sure you don’t run away from the contract,” her cousin replied. Esme laughed bitterly. “You forced me to accept it.” “I had to.” “You trapped me into building her mansion.” “Because you would’ve rejected it otherwise.” Esme fell silent. The cigarette burned slowly between her fingers. Her cousin watched carefully. “You still love her, don’t you?” Esme’s jaw tightened. “Shut up.” — Esme stood in the kitchen, quietly chopping vegetables as the pan hissed beside her. Cooking had always been one of the few things that kept her thoughts quiet. Her phone suddenly rang. She wiped her hands on a towel before answering. “Who is this?” Her mother’s voice was firm. “Esme, your father and I have decided something.” Esme frowned. “What is it?” “You’re marrying Astrid.” The knife stopped midair. “What?” Her father’s voice came through the speaker, colder and more authoritative. “There will be no arguments. The wedding will happen.” Esme’s grip tightened around the knife. “You can’t be serious.” “We are,” her mother replied. “You will marry her, Esme. That is final.” Esme stared at the half-prepared meal, suddenly losing her appetite. “You’re deciding my life for me?” Silence followed while her father answered. “Yes.” Esme ended the call, jaw clenched as she threw a vase straight to the wall. "Damn it!" — Days had passed since Esme last spoke to her parents. That call became the day she stopped attending the construction site, leaving her blueprints and tools untouched. Astrid eventually showed up at Esme’s door. “You stopped coming.” Esme remained silent. Astrid’s expression was cold. “You disappeared without explanation. If you’re abandoning the project, say it.” “I’m not abandoning anything.” “Then why aren’t you there?” Esme’s eyes hardened. “Because I don’t want to.” “That’s not good enough.” “You don’t get to demand anything from me.” “And you don’t get to leave everyone cleaning up your mess.” The words hung between them as Esme clenched her fists irritatedly. “My parents are forcing me to marry you, Astrid. I can barely breathe, and you’re worried about a construction site?” Astrid went silent. “I’m not running away from the mansion,” Esme whispered. “I’m running away from you. — Esme’s friends sat around her living room, staring at her in complete confusion. Bottles and glasses covered the table, yet none of them had touched their drinks. Esme had invited them over herself. That alone was strange. But inviting them for drinks? Well now that's even much more stranger. Everyone knew Esme had an embarrassingly low tolerance. Two glasses were usually enough to make her cheeks warm and her words slower. “Okay,” one friend finally said. “Why are we here?” Esme shrugged as she poured herself a drink. “To drink.” Her friend blinked. “You hate drinking.” “I changed my mind.” “You get drunk ridiculously fast.” “I know.” She downed the glass anyway. Everyone exchanged worried looks. “Esme,” another friend said carefully, “what happened?” “Nothing.” “That’s a lie.” Esme poured another glass. Her closest friend reached over and stopped her hand. “Seriously. You don’t invite all of us over unless something’s wrong.” Esme stared at the bottle for a long moment. Then she quietly pulled her hand away. “My parents decided I’m marrying Astrid.” The room went silent. One friend slowly whispered, “They what?” Esme gave a humorless laugh. “Exactly.” She lifted her glass again. “Now stop asking.” #fyp #fypシ #xzybca #dontletthisflop #winrina

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