Fics like But they'll turn on you soon, so how? (How can you sleep or live with yourself?)

Mira raises an eyebrow. “You violently flinching and crashing into the wall is nothing?” Rumi winces. She doesn’t want to lie, but how is she supposed to tell the truth? How is she supposed to tell them that the night of the idol awards won’t leave her mind? That it’s their faces—twisted and vicious—that has her shaking in the middle of the night, holding back tears. That she knows in her soul that it wasn’t them on that stage but her mind can’t seem to forget the stupid smirks, the rough hands, the fucking song—and her body can’t help but flinch, can’t help the hammering that starts in her chest, can’t help the sweat the builds up in her back as her entire body locks up. She can’t tell them that. OR Rumi’s haunted by the night of the Idol Awards. Memories of sharp, cruel words whispered into her ears; of light glinting off the blades she’d always fought beside as they were pointed at her. But Rumi’s a coward and a fool and refuses to tell the two closest people in her life what's bothering her. They notice, though, and luckily for Rumi, Mira and Zoey care far too much to let her suffer alone.

Fics like But they'll turn on you soon, so how? (How can you sleep or live with yourself?)

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