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I can't do anything, but watch everyone get eaten by the fire. "Fuck you." "I'm sorry," he softly said, his voice has a trace of sadness and worries, but I'm in pain to notice his words, the next thing I knew is getting myself eaten by darkness. "I'll look for you, I promise..." it's the last word I muttered until I lost my consciousness. "Darling, You'll thank me for this."

I got home and opened the door, only to be met with a blow to the head. Evelyn screamed, swinging a stick at me. "Get out, you filthy tramp! We don't need you!" Blood trickled from my forehead into my eyes, stinging like acid. I raised my arm to block her. "Enough!" She stumbled, the stick clattering to the floor. Then, like a switch flipped, she collapsed into sobs, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sick. I didn't mean it."

One cruel message from Jace lit up the screen: “We’re done. I can’t be with you when you’re like this anymore.” His words cut deeper than the cold. My fingers shook as I gazed at the illuminated text. The girl I’d been — the one who laughed, who believed — felt buried under layers of shame and doubt. The rain blurred the surroundings, but I could feel the needles that stung my flesh with each sharp raindrop.

Joel vanished from livestreams for two weeks straight. People figured he'd flaked—just another bored billionaire chasing clout. But when he came back? Total shock. Bandages wrapped around his head, face ghost-white, like he'd been through hell. Turned out, he had. During those two weeks offline, Joel put himself through everything Lyra had endured—the pain, the loneliness, the betrayal. By the time he showed his face again, he looked wrecked. Eyes bloodshot, regret written all over him.

You'll come out a new person. "I'll see you in court." ... After they took my dad away, Alexander wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "Let's start over, okay? I'll leave Camila and be there for your daughter. I never stopped loving you." Starting over? I wanted to go back to the good old days more than anything, when just being together was enough. However, I could not forget the hard times, the nights I felt so low, smiling for money at parties, feeling used, and the hopelessness when I saw the hospital bills.

“Rue, do not make fun of me.” “I am not making fun of you,” I said. “I am reminding you that you are still handsome even when you look awkward.” Percy looked away. His fingers moved close to the scars on his arm. I reached for his hand before he could hide them. “Do not look at them like that,” I said. He became quiet. “They are not pleasant to look at.” “They are part of you,” I said. “Some came from old injuries. Some came from the blood pact backlash. Some came because you suffered too much alone. I hate that you were hurt, but I do not hate your scars.”

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

His other hand that was resting beside him came up to touch my face, to caress my scars and a small sound, more like a sigh escaped my lips. "You see? You're only afraid; afraid because you feel undeserving of this, afraid of your feelings, afraid of everything." I shook my head, feeling tears at the back of my eyes. "I'm not....." I was cut off when he closed the tiny distance between us and he pressed his lips against my forehead before he moved them further down and he pressed them against my scars. The hideous scars. That would always marr me for life. The tears at the back of my eyes finally started rolling down my cheeks. I knew that this was heading towards a disaster and that I shoul

"Save your eyes From your tears When everything's unclear You'll be safe here From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere You'll be safe here When nobody hears you scream I'll scream with you You'll be safe here In my arms Through the long cold night Sleep tight You'll be safe here When no one understands I'll believe You'll be safe, You'll be safe You'll be safe here Put your heart in my hands You'll be safe here..." It was just right that when she finally stepped out of the shower, the son ended. From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere Yo

Through the haze, he thought he saw her. Rhea stood still, voice like ice. "Eddie, I don't love you anymore. I'm leaving. For good." "No! Rhea! Don't go!" He jolted awake, gasping. Glenna hovered beside him, tears in her eyes. "Eddie! You're okay. You scared me... Does it still hurt?" Eddie stared at the bandages. Underneath, his skin was wrecked—bloody, blistered. The meds dulled it, but the pain still bit through.