The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 411

Nora screamed, her voice cracking with sheer terror.

She completely forgot about the injuries on her own hands, sprinting toward Gideon with everything she had.

Gideon remained deaf to her cries.

His head was bowed, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the crimson stream pouring from his own wrist.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips completely devoid of color, and his gaze possessed a chilling, utter emptiness.

"When we were kids..."

Gideon's lips trembled as he muttered, seemingly talking to the air.

"Back then in the basement... it was so dark, so cold. Giselle couldn't even cry anymore. All I had was a broken piece of glass..."

Nora dropped to her knees in front of him, landing hard on the blood-soaked carpet.

"You're insane! What are you doing!"

Staring at the deep gash exposing his bone, Nora's tears instantly spilled over, streaming frantically down her face.

Gideon couldn't hear her weeping.

Trapped in the obsessive delusion he had built, he continued to ramble about that ancient past.

"I cut myself here, and I dripped the blood into her mouth. She drank my blood, and she survived..."

A broken whimper tore from Gideon's throat as heavy tears rolled down his ashen cheeks and splashed into the growing pool of blood.

"My blood could save her... But today... I've bled so much, so why won't she come back?"

He tightened his grip on the broken shard of glass, its jagged edges slicing into his palm.

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