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Emily I tossed and turned throughout the night; my bed felt unusually cold. Even when Jake disappeared and I found myself sleeping alone, I could manage. However, with Kane away, the sense of isolation was overwhelming. Clutching onto his pillow, I held it close, hoping to absorb his scent and find some solace. The hours dragged by, and I couldn't wait for morning to arrive. If it were possible, I would have driven through the night just to be with him. The absence of Nia was also keenly felt. She had been my constant companion, and now I was left uncertain about her well-being. Would she ever communicate with me again? Could being with Kane bring some healing? Would our connection remain fr

Sin tu amor Tu ausencia destruye todo mi ser No encuentro, como volverte a tener Te pediría déjame mostrarte Que soy tu aliado, amigo, siempre amante Mírame aquí estoy sin ti Y solo se que te extrañado tanto Que me haces falta y no imaginas cuanto Y ahora necesito tu respiración Y el beso de tu piel para mi soledad Decirte que me duele tanto el corazón Desde que tu no estas Y ahora necesito tu respiración Y el beso de tu piel para mi soledad Decirte que me duele tanto el corazón Desde que tu no estas Quiero volver atrás Para decirte que mi vida no es la misma sin tu amor Oh y ahora necesito tu respiración Y el beso de tu piel para mi soledad Decirte que me duele tanto el corazón Desde que tu

I felt his sperm flowing on my inside but was too weak to nag. He pulled out of me slowly, pulling me into his hands. I just had sex with someone I didn't know. I wasn't even sure if it was real because everything felt like a dream to me. Slowly and peacefully I drifted into slumber stark naked before him. The shadow of a stranger. The next morning, I woke up with a serious migraine because I had a lot of tequila last night. I touched the bedside but no one was there. It was cold indicating that either someone had not been lying there or someone left earlier.

Eighteen nights became a different kind of number once Mira was gone. The site felt permanently thinner. No third presence absorbing silence or interrupting it. No one else tracking the small physical changes or the way the remaining nights had begun to compress. Just the two of us, the locked medical cabinet, the residence file, and the steady countdown under ordinary time.

I've had a terrible sense of direction since I was a child. I can walk past an intersection and forget it the second it's behind me. My boyfriend, Lucas Wentworth, and my best friend, Brielle Fontaine, were always finding new ways to "train" me out of it. We went camping together. When I woke the next morning, both of them were gone. I panicked until I found a note. [Nora, we're doing this for your own good. You're an adult now. You can't expect everyone to accommodate you forever.] Underneath it was another line in Brielle's handwriting. [Sweetie, I took your phone too so you can't call for help. You can do it!] I spent an entire day and night trying to get out of the mountains. My

When I looked back up, she was slowly sipping her drink with a small smile on her face. “How long are you in Vegas for?” I asked. “Just until my boss is ready to go, the only reason I’ve been allowed out is because he felt like I’ve been doing a lot recently and he didn’t want to be the reason for me breaking down or crashing out, so here I am!” She exclaimed while getting another order of scotch. “Well I can’t say I regretted coming out tonight, and I can see you like the scotch,” I teased. The night progressed with us talking and laughing - can’t remember when last I felt carefree like this, without the weight of the world hanging on my shoulders. I must say, it’s nice feeling.

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

He turns around at the same moment. And I look at him across two feet of space in this small loud sticky-floored bar in the town I hate, and I think about my mother's empty chair and Tristan's smiling eyes on national television and seven strangers in ring-light videos and every project on hold and my whole life sitting in a box on the floor ... and I think: I have nothing left to lose tonight. Not a single thing. "Sleep with me,"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) But I hope you can't get it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Cause I can't fall in love without you I can't fall in love without you I can't fall in love without you I can't fall in love without you Please don't fall in love without me I can't fall in love without you I can't fall in love without you So please don't fall in love without me...❤ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ ❤AT NIGHT ❤

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***