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Re-Arranged
Re-Arranged
Author: Barbara Rose

Prologue

Author: Barbara Rose
last update Last Updated: 2023-01-11 07:29:10

Time.

It was a funny thing. Confusing and scary, dreadful.

For some, it was much more positive than that. They found hope in time.

"Time heals all wounds."

They looked forward to the next day ⏤ the next week ⏤ month ⏤ year, and so on.

They anticipated getting older and the change that time would bring them. The wisdom and knowledge ⏤ the experiences they would have in that time, the ones you're told to enjoy because they happen in the best years of your life and time flies, so you're supposed to enjoy it while it lasts.

Liviana never knew what the hell those people were talking about.

"Time flies," yet her days dragged on until she gave up and ended them early, crawling into her bed at merely 6pm just to make it feel like the day was over and she had made it.

"Time heals all wounds," but why hadn't it healed hers? She still sat in pain, waiting for it to lessen with each passing day, but it never did. If anything, it only hurt worse.

Time is something Liviana hated. She loathed the whole idea of it. The fear, the hope, the pressure of it. Everything.

It wasn't until she met Blaze Castelli that she understood what everyone talked about, how they warned her to not waste time, as it's something you can never get back.

She wished she had listened.

Now, as she sat in this cold, empty room, bloodied and broken, she wished that she hadn't wasted that year on things that, looking back, seemed so minor compared to what she was going through now.

She wished that instead of arguments, she would have just apologized and held him close, like everytime was the last.

Instead of ignoring his existence, she would have told him how much she appreciated him, and how much he had done for her in their short time together.

She wished that instead of 'I hate you', she could tell him how much she loves him, that there was nothing he could ever do to make her truly hate him.

But she didn't, and now it was too late, because she never knew if she would see him again.

Time was something Liviana hated, but it was also something she took for granted.

And now it seems as though her time is running out.

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  • Re-Arranged   Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five

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  • Re-Arranged   Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four

    Blaze and Liviana wanted to leave.They thought it, said it, felt it, and eventually, they even tried it - tried storming right past his family and through those front doors, the same ones that shut behind them when they walked into this hell hole a mere hour ago and now, for whatever sickening reason, couldn't leave.The doors wouldn't open.It didn't matter how much they twisted the handle and tugged, yanked, used all their might to turn it and pull, they couldn't get those damn doors to open. They tried and tried and tried, struggling to get out of this place they began to suspect was a trap all along - they were just too stupid, too distracted to see - but it wouldn't budge.Livi and Blaze were stuck."What is this?!" Blaze spun around, demanding answers from his family, who crowded the landing at the top of the stairs. "Why the hell won't the open?" Eyes zeroing in on his sister's, who seemed to be the cause of most of their life's issues as of late. "What did you do?!"Leona is

  • Re-Arranged   Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three

    Her grip on her husband tightened, and she curled impossibly closer into his side, almost as if she was trying to disappear with him, if not just use him as a human shield. It was the only thing she could think to do in her moment of panic, with her fear getting the best of her when she heard her voice."Where the hell is she?!"And suddenly, she wasn't so worried about the rest of the family but instead a single member. Leona Castelli, the lioness herself and the one who was angriest of them all.God, what was she going to do? She couldn't help but fret, fingers curling into her husband's shirt as she pressed a hand to his chest, grabbing at him and his attention in a desperate attempt at seeking protection from the incoming storm.Perhaps now was the time to take him up on his offer. In her mind, it seemed as good a time as any to call this whole thing off, and as far as she was concerned, it wasn't too late to try to run and save themselves just yet. They still had time. All they h

  • Re-Arranged   Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two

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  • Re-Arranged   Chapter One Hundred and Forty One

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