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The voice is unlike any of her usual saviors, but Liviana breathes a sigh of relief at the sound of his voice, nonetheless, and despite the tight, almost bruising hold her father keeps on her cotton clad biceps, she relaxes and turns to greet the new man with a smile.He stands at the end of the hallway, looming broadly by what Liviana notes as her only means of escape.How unfortunate... Still, she smiles, jerking herself away from Alonzo and taking a step in the direction of the other man, the one she hardly knew but trusted a near hundred times more than her own father.She decides to take her chances."Gio! Just the guy I was looking for!" Livi practically beams at the sight of the older brunette man, who's eyes narrow and flick over her with a silent question of what the hell had gotten into her?He doesn't ask. Doesn't think it a good idea, and instead, hums, playing along as if it wasn't the first time they had ever spoken more than a passing greeting in the halls. Sure, they w

Blaze didn't know what to do with himself, with the feeling that played in his tightening chest. Heavy, pained, a sense of doom that made his heart threaten to shatter. It was holding on by a thread until it hit him - the gravity of the situation.His sister was gone.Sure, she hadn't exactly been around - had been disowned as far as most people were concerned - after being banished for another of her unapologetically damaging outbursts that had become far too typical, as had this familiar cycle.This wasn't the first time she had been sent away only to return and beg for forgiveness, and of course, she always was. Most times, she didn't even have to ask. Didn't even have to say so much as a coy 'sorry' in order to be welcomed back into her awaiting family - who admittedly had one hell of a soft spot for the baby girl of the family - with open arms and jaded smiles.This time, it wasn't that simple. He didn't make it so easy. He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to coddle her the w

"What was that all about?"The question comes out as a hushed, breathless whisper passed between them in the hall they hurry down. It draws Liviana's eyes upward, daring a peek at his face as she asks, "Huh?" Clearly, having not been paying any attention whatsoever. She was too caught up in herself - in her head, her worries, her problems - lost to the world outside of that chaos in her mind and all the people in between. She could hardly hear over the sound of her racing thoughts and the pounding of her heart in her ears.Blaze sighs at the distant look on her face, mistaking it for indifference or - if that cruel little voice in the back of his head was right - something worse than just indifference, but instead something worse, something colder, something inspired by anger.Was she upset with him? Was she angry? Hurt?Oh, he hoped not. Hurting Liviana was the last thing he wanted, and not at all what he meant to do.But when had that ever stopped him before?Blaze mentally curses h

"Leo-""No, I don't want to hear it!" The woman in question shouts, forcing her way out of Luka's arms and charging forward to point a finger in her brother's face. "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"Blaze scoffs, shoving her wrist away. "And you're her daughter. What's your point?"Leona narrows her eyes, blue eyes so sharp, so vicious he swore that, if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead only to be reborn and die again. Right now, she was so upset, eyes so cold, he could've thought she hated him. Luckily, she doesn't give him the chance, spouting out something relieving among her hurt blubbering of nonsense. "You're a traitor! A coward! And just a straight-up dickhead!" She lists, steam practically shooting out of her ears as she addresses the man, who does nothing more than raise a measly brow as she goes on, and on, and on about how awful he was for what he did. "How could you? Huh? You know she's like an atomic bomb! How could you just throw her at us like that?

The two didn't know what to do with themselves, left to rot in a pile of rubble from their broken dreams with just one single question in mind. How the hell did they get here? It was all they could think about, retracing every step of their lives as they tried to find where they went wrong. What did they do to deserve this? Where exactly had they taken that wrong turn that ultimately seemed to be leading to their demise? And the most pressing thought of all; was there any coming back from this? Was there still a possibility for them to turn this around? Did they even stand a chance? It's what she asks the man, whose lips tug into a frown at the sight of her- lost, hopeless, and completely and utterly exhausted. He was sure that he looked no better himself, but the shade of blue she wore, gutted and beaten down by the world - worse than that, by his own family - broke his heart. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't bear the look in her eyes, those emeralds that had him pushing out of h