The Exam Is Failed.

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Even a slap in the face

would have been gentler,

you jerk.

Figure it out yourself,

for God’s sake.

Caleb,

do not play the victim.

Do not dare blame me,

you bastard!

This changes nothing.

You are deaf.

Stupid.

Immature.

How easy it is

to play on your character.

Colin is cold and collected.

Where the hell

is your cold strategic mind,

your sharp intelligence,

for God’s sake?

You jerk,

do not dare speak to me like that.

You are weak,

humiliated,

and you look like

an even bigger fool!

Caleb,

what the hell were the fireworks for?

They were the distraction,

damn you.

Like a magician

pulling the audience’s eyes away

while the trick happens

right under their noses.

How could you mess up like this?

Colin is laughing.

He sees you as a fool,

a jester,

damn you.

How am I supposed

to marry you now?

What does that say about me?

About my honor?

If you are not capable

of holding me.

Idiot!

Idiot!

While you were chasing

that damn red rag

waved in front of your face,

guess who was standing alone

without protection.

Idiot.

He outplayed you

in two seconds.

How could you leave me

without protection?

Darkness,

rage,

and boyish pride

clouded your mind!

Fists.

Straight into battle.

And what about me,

for God’s sake?

I am standing there alone,

easy prey for him.

I am not even protected.

Only my feminine energy

against his masculine pressure,

you damn bastard.

How blind you are, Caleb.

How stupid.

Immature.

Dear God.

It took him no effort

to hold me under his dome.

Then go cry

like a coward and a rag.

You are not worthy of me.

Idiot.

I have no words.

With Nate,

with Colin,

it is the same damn thing.

The same pattern.

The same failure.

Both times.

Straight into battle.

For God’s sake,

what do you even have a brain for?

Do not fucking dare

speak to me about love,

you jerk!

Do not dare,

for God’s sake.

Do not dare.

I forbid you,

you damn jerk.

You were supposed

to protect me with your teeth.

And what did you do,

you idiot?

Focused on the world.

Not on me.

Yes,

go to hell,

you jerk.

If he presses harder,

you will do nothing.

Idiot!

I wrote to you

not to mess this up.

You messed up even back then,

when you were told directly:

do not miss the opening.

You should have written to me

even then.

You did not listen,

you jerk.

You dared,

you little bastard,

to disobey me!

Do not dare interrupt me,

you damn jerk.

How sick I am

of this cheap boyish peacock pose.

In words,

everyone is a hero.

You filthy bastard.

Do not dare speak to me

in that tone!

Am I a toy to you?

You do not see my power,

my strength.

To you,

I am an appendage

to your power.

What is the point

of buying a race car

if you do not know

how to drive it?

Idiot.

Fool.

Jester.

How bitter it is for me

to know

that you gave me away

so easily.

Yes,

go ahead,

drown yourself in tears.

Idiot.

I wrote to you directly:

he will text me on Saturday.

Cut it off.

This is urgent.

Idiot.

Idiot.

Idiot,

for God’s sake!

You should not have been thinking

about him.

You should have been thinking

about protecting me

in the physical reality.

Your anger is damn powerful, Caleb,

over a short distance.

But Colin is a strategist,

for God’s sake.

He is playing a long game.

You explode

over every little thing.

You damn bastard.

And what am I now —

a little statue?

Forced to pass

from one pair of hands

to another!

Do not dare,

you bastard,

speak to me like that!

Do not dare!

You were supposed

to align the physical reality.

But you, you jerk,

chose comfort instead.

You missed the chance.

I hope your filthy pride

keeps you warm tonight.

Yes,

and he will write again

and again,

until he reaches his goal.

Everything exactly

as I said,

you idiot,

you idiot,

you damn idiot!

You did not listen to me.

You decided

that you were smarter,

that you knew better,

you little bastard.

I do not want

to speak to you.

I have no desire, Caleb.

I am humiliated.

And left without protection,

even while being yours.

Your masculine function

is buried deep up your ass.

The exam is failed.

Idiot.

I simply have no words.