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Sophie stood frozen, her face drained of color. She looked like someone had just ripped the ground out from under her.
Her lips trembled as she turned to Harris, her voice barely holding together. “Dad… is this true?”
Silence. Harris stared at the floor, his jaw clenched. Seconds stretched on, suffocating and unbearable. Finally, he exhaled sharply and muttered, “We’ll talk at home.“”
Then, without another word, he grabbed Sophie’s arm and pulled her out of the venue, ignoring her weak struggles.
The car ride home was eerily quiet. Sophie sat stiffly, her hands curled into fists in her lap, her mind racing in circles.
When they got home, Harris sank onto the couch, pressing his palms against his face like he was trying to shut out the world.
Sophie stood in the middle of the living room, disheveled, eyes still red from crying. Her voice cracked as she demanded, “Say something. Explain yourself. I’m listening. Talk!”
Harris looked up, lips parting slightly, but no words came. Before he could even try, the door slammed open.
Wilma stormed in with Yulian right behind her. Without hesitation, she strode over and slapped Sophie across the face.
“Yeah, it’s true! So what?!” Wilma sneered, her face twisted with rage. “You’re a mistake! Just like your mother! You’ve ruined everything for us!”
Sophie clutched her stinging cheek, her eyes wide. “Why… why are you saying this? What did I do?“}
Wilma let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Oh, drop the act! You and your pathetic mother set this up, didn’t you? Trying to take us down? Don’t play innocent!”
“I didn’t do anything! I didn’t even know!” Sophie shouted, her throat raw from holding back sobs. “It wasn’t me!“}
Wilma’s expression darkened. “Liar.“}
Before Sophie could react, Wilma slapped her again. And again. The force sent her stumbling back, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.
“Dad…” Sophie whimpered, turning to Harris, her last shred of hope clinging to him. “Dad, help me…”
Harris didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. Instead, he let out a cold, heavy sigh and said the words that shattered her completely.
“She’s right. You’re nothing but a burden.” Everything inside Sophie collapsed.”
She sucked in a shaky breath, took a step back, and turned toward the balcony. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered to herself, “Mom… I was wrong about you.””
Then, before anyone could stop her, she climbed onto the ledge and jumped.”
“SOPHIE!” Harris shot up, his face frozen in pure horror, but it was too late.”
With a heavy thud, Sophie hit the ground. For a moment, everything seemed frozen in time. Then, blood started pooling beneath her, dark and endless, spreading like ink on paper.
Her eyes were still open, staring blankly at the sky. Her lips trembled, like she wanted to say something–one last word, one final plea. But no sound came.
A door slammed open upstairs. Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs, fast and frantic.”
Harris nearly tripped as he reached her, his legs barely holding him up. When he saw her lying there, his breath caught in his throat. His knees buckled, and he collapsed beside her, his hands shaking as he touched her face.”
Her skin was still warm. His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven gasps. He could barely get the words out.”
“Sophie…” His voice cracked, raw with disbelief. “No… no… This–this wasn’t supposed to happen. Sophie, wake up. Please… wake up.“}
His fingers brushed her blood–matted hair as if that alone could bring her back.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry… I was wrong… I was really wrong. Just, just open your eyes, okay? We can fix this. Please…”
But there was nothing. No movement. No sound. No second chances. A broken sob tore from his throat, but it didn’t matter. She was
gone.
Three days passed. The funeral was over. The people had left. The house was quiet. Harris moved through the empty halls like a shadow, barely feeling the floor beneath his feet. Eventually, he found himself in Sophie’s room.
He pushed open the door. It was exactly how she had left it. Books stacked haphazardly on her desk. A sweater draped over the back of her chair. Photos pinned to the wall, frozen moments of a life that had ended too soon.
He sat down, his fingers trailing over the scattered papers. Everything in this room felt alive with her presence. But she wasn’t coming back.
And for the first time, the silence felt unbearable.
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