Aveline
I was treating her wounds, my hands trembling a little.
She got two shots.
TWO.
And this girl had the nerve to say,
> "I thought it was just one."
Like?? Girl, are you real?
I was mad—mad like lowkey stormy skies in my chest, and I didn't even know why.
So yeah, I pressed the cotton against her wound—hard.
She hissed.
> "Idiot. You're an idiot. An absolute dumbass mafia."
My voice cracked, more emotion than I planned to show.
"You don't value your life, huh?"
She blinked at me, surprised maybe.
But I didn't care.
Nope. Not even a little.
> "Well... I don't really," she said, eyes falling to the floor like tired leaves.
"Nobody cares about me anyway. So pain, scars… it's just whatever. I'm used to it."
Her voice—quiet. Tired. Like a candle that's flickered too long.
And that? That made my heart do weird gymnastics.
So I pouted and mumbled under my breath,
> "Yeh yeh, whatever... like I care."
But I did.
Way too much.
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Later, she said,
> "Thanks, Mireline. For the treatment... and for the moody rabbit."
Mireline replied, "I know you're stubborn, but at least stitch your damn wounds. You need stitches."
> "I don't need anything," Ruby said, cool as always.
I smirked.
"What, afraid of stitches, Mr. Fearless Ruby Sun?"
She chuckled low, like a spark catching flame.
> "Me? Afraid? Nope. You little troublemaker.
Tomorrow, let's go to the hospital. I'll show you."
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She stayed at my place that night.
Correction: I forced her.
Mom was at our aunt's house.
Dad? Some foreign meeting or whatever.
So yeah... we were alone. Just me, Ruby, Mireline and a silent tension thick like honey.
Next morning, we had breakfast—cereal and awkward glances.
And then she said it with that smug glint in her eyes:
> "Well well, little rabbit. Let's go to the hospital.
You hurt my ego, y'know that?"
I rolled my eyes. My sister was laughing in the corner.
Still, I said, "Fine. Let's go."
She took my hand.
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At the hospital, Ruby greeted her personal doctor like a damn celebrity.
She told the whole story like it was some action movie and not her actual life.
And me?
I was too focused on the needle—long and swingy, like a weapon out of a horror movie.
My stomach turned.
When the doctor began sewing her wound shut—god—it looked painful.
Needle sliding under her skin like a cold whisper.
I couldn't handle it.
I hugged my sister, eyes shut.
Ruby smirked.
> "Aww... little bunny got scared, huh?"
My sister held me close, whispered,
> "Shh... it's okay."
But I kept thinking, How? How does she not flinch? How does she endure so much?
The doctor finished and said,
> "Done. Next time, take care of your body, at least."
Ruby just nodded. Chill as ice.
> "Let's go."
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Then my sister grinned and said,
> "Hey, wanna come with us today?"
Ruby tilted her head. "Where to?"
> "Shopping, movie, lunch... and we need someone strong to carry bags."
> "Let's go then, girls."
Like girl, she's got stitches and she's out here planning a shopping spree.
Is she unhinged? Yes.
But she's okay. At least... for now.
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We were vibing. Shopping bags piling.
Ruby? Carrying them all like it was light work.
We were chilling, sipping cold drinks, when a boy I barely knew pulled up like we were old friends.
> "Hey Aveline!"
...uh?
> "Who the hell are you?"
> "Zain! Your classmate, remember?"
Nope.
I glanced at Ruby and my sister.
> "Let's not. You should go."
But of course, homeboy didn't get the memo.
Sat right next to me like he paid rent or something.
Ruby watched him—calm, collected, deadly.
He didn't know he was sitting next to a real-life mafia.
He was so done.
> "Do you know me?" Ruby asked, voice like frost.
> "Uh... no?"
Oops.
> "Bad luck for you then."
With her injured arm, she grabbed his collar like he was paper.
Mireline? Literally giggling.
> "Hey hey—what?!"
> "I'm Ruby Daniel Sun."
Silence.
He knew the name.
Everyone did.
SLAP.
One clean slap across the face.
And honestly? Kinda satisfying.
He apologized, voice shaking.
Left without another word.
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And me?
I'm still wondering why my heart beats weird when she calls me "little bunny."
Why I care too much about her scars.
Why the thought of her pain cuts deeper than I'm ready to admit.
Why I'm feeling like this...
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