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*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken *Astrid S- Years *NF- Paralyzed *~*~*~* No. No, no, no, no, no. Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place. "What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.

Oh Guess there is something, and there is nothing There is nothing in between And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer Watching over me, he's singing "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy" He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook" Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake

"Lex,, open your eyes couz! I'm here c'mon hold on please, hold on!" © A.G_2018

"Damen! How many times do I have to tell you to address me as the Captain? I'm not your brother here." "Damen looks like you from the back," I told Marcus. We moved to the other side to get a better look. They were soaked because of the rain and splashing seawater but Damen was definitely Marcus. "Looks like you got a shitty brother." "Do you hear that song? Faint but so sweet!" Marcus and Damen both asked at around the same time. The sea didn't feel so rough anymore but the mist got thicker and turned into fog, clouding our vision as the song got louder. It was such a beguiling voice, almost hypnotic.

He chuckles out loud while spinning around on the chair like a maniac. Isabelle wakes up from her unconsciousness and slowly tries to sit up. Her body feels so weak, there’s no energy left in her. None at all, to fight or scream out for help. She needs water, she doesn’t remember for how long she hasn’t had a drop of water. “Please, I need water.” She whispers before falling back on the chair completely and losing her consciousness.

I faintly heard him mumbling “I am sorry, Jiya, and I love you. Just four months two weeks are there.” “Hmm” I mumbled and we both drifted off into a deep sleep.

"I don’t need anyone to pity me." She curled up in a corner of the room, her arms wrapped around her knees as she began singing softly to herself. The melody was haunting, and though I couldn’t understand the words—it was a language I didn’t know—the sorrow in her voice was unmistakable. "Can I call my husband, please?" Amina’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I glanced up at her, realizing how little time we had. Sooner or later, the guards would come looking for the phone, and we needed to move quickly.

Joseph finally speaks, “How did you discover your talent for painting? Because we heard from Sean that you didn’t always paint.” “Ahm…” his question throws me off balance. “Well, I’ve always had a knack for art, and I knew how to appreciate it. But in my younger years, I didn’t always have the time to.” “Time? Surely you’ve never been married,” Amber cuts me off. “I hear marriages limit your potential sometimes. Steals your dream and leaves you naked on the road.” I’m left in shock as Amber’s eyes watch me intensely. What was it about this woman? She seemed to say just the right things to throw me off edge. She nibs at the things that are too far back for anyone in my current life to even kn

Lorelei looked like she didn't fully understand, but soon forgot her worries. Mike Cummings, the assistant assigned to greet us in Camdonia took us to the hotel where we'd be staying for the time being. There wasn't much time left. The lecture was scheduled to take place for the next day. With the time zone difference, I barely had any time to prepare before I had to take the stage.

The room filled with their heavy breaths, the lyrics of the music controlling through their movements. “Hey, hey, and you're my favorite kind of night So I love when you call unexpected 'Cause I hate when the moment's expected So l'ma care for you, you, you I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah 'Cause girl, you're perfect (girl, you're perfect) You're always worth it (always worth it)”