I Stole The Rest Of Your Life
Language: en
Six years into my secret crush on my adoptive brother, I slipped a sedative into his drink on the night of his birthday. Ever since our parents died in a car crash, he had micromanaged every single corner of my existence. He controlled what I ate, the clothes I wore, the brand of socks in my drawer, the people I spoke to, and the entire trajectory of my future. If he did not love me, why would he go to such suffocating lengths? Yet every time I tried to confess my feelings, he retreated into dead silence and looked the other way. The drug hit his system fast. His eyes flushed a violent,…