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“Didn’t your father teach you anything? Oh, I forgot, you're the same bastard as him, @HymnToKuvutha.” The words came out, sharp and cutting, like a blade slicing through the last threads of restraint he had left.
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“Ha—?” The laughter caught him off guard, high-pitched and almost manic. It didn’t feel like his own, but he couldn’t stop it. “HAHAHAHA! Oh, of course.” He stepped forward, the bitterness in his voice cutting through the air like a knife.
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Suren had always been the embodiment of everything Rane despised. Suren always had what Rane lacked, always stood as the pinnacle of everything he wanted to tear down.
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“Admit it. It’s 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 about me, Rane. It’s about you. It always is.” Suren is now fuming, unable to swallow the anger back down the way he usually does, letting it seep through his words.
“So fucking hurt me, @RaneAkram. Hurt me just like you’ve always had.”
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“You’re boring me.” Suren taunts.
“You’ve always put me down, going to any lengths to make sure I don’t surpass you. You’ve always made sure that you’d made me 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕. Why stop now?” He spoke, bubbling with resurfacing resentment as he steps closer to Rane.
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