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The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

I take my phone and decide to text him. '' Hey, Aiden where are you?'' I place the phone on my desk and wait for him to reply. It's been 15 minutes, and there's still no sign of Aiden, so I decide to go to his office. I got out of my office, closed the door behind me, and headed to Aiden's office. I knock on the door, but no one answers. I opened the door, and no one was inside, so I decided to go to Aaron’s office. I knocked on his door, and no one answered either. I reach the handle, and to my surprise, the door is unlocked. I looked around, and no one was there either. I got inside the office and closed the door behind me. I went to his desk and sat in his chair. Aaron’s jacket was there,

"Sir, Ms. Spencer developed severe renal failure after donating her kidney. She’s been secretly undergoing treatment all these years, but ten days ago, her condition worsened. She passed away." "What?" William froze. He couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. From the corner of his eye, he saw the shattered urn he had so ruthlessly smashed. Mike had told him to see Whitney one last time. He had warned that William would regret breaking it. A terrible realization struck him. William scrambled forward, desperately trying to scoop up the scattered ashes. His hands were cut open by the shards of porcelain, but he didn’t seem to notice. Just as he gathered the fine ashes in his hands, they

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

A/N: Before you read this book, first of all, thank you so much for picking up this book. It means everything to me :) Second of all, the cover was created by my amazing friend Lily. Go follow and support her Wattpad account; @Lilypadsxfrogs. And finally, this story does touch lightly on the triggering topic, suicide. Please read at your own risk. Enjoy the story! It was a bleak evening on the 14th of June. The air was cold and caliginous, almost as if it could suspect the misery and gloom that lingered over the Jacobs. It was a sombre affair that evening for all of them.

But that didn't stop me from asking, "What?!" I guess I needed clarity. "He wrote an autobiography of his life and mentioned you." That's all dad had said. Of course that was an exaggerated understatement of what was actually in the book. It was like I was the main character in his story and everyone else was just supporting characters, including him. It talked about me so much that at some point it stopped referring to me with my name but rather used pronouns. "It doesn't matter now." I finally respond after my long daze. We're now seated on the rocks that used to be comfortable back in the day but not so much right now.

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

The sounds from below didn't stop until deep into the third night. When everything was finally over, Caspian returned upstairs. It was midsummer, but the air-conditioning in the room was set so low that it felt like the height of winter. Thanks to that, my body hadn't decomposed. Instead, it had only grown colder and more rigid. He sat down at the edge of the bed, unshaven, eyes sunken. His entire appearance was ghostly. He took my cold hand and pressed it gently against his cheek. "I killed them all, Seraphine."

I can’t pull anything to relief my frustration. The movie ended with a plot twist, and I am panting because I shouted too much “why the ending is like that?” I asked E laughed before answering me “because that is what the writer wants to happen” I was startled when someone knocked on the door, the door swung open and I saw a girl “Ms. Esperanza your mom sent some foods for you. She can’t go here since she has an ongoing meeting right now, and she noted that you need to eat these foods” the woman said