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We stared for a moment before I decided to give you a quick kiss on your lips. "Can I say something?" you asked. I hummed as an answer. "When I die, wear the black dress you wore during our first date. And the song for my funeral should be 'Goodbye'. The one that goes 'Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye my love. I have to go. I have to go and leave you alone.'" "Stop." I covered your mouth with my hands as I looked down and closed my eyes, but you grabbed my hand and moved it away.

Henry:Dont leaving me lonely Cause i need you🎼🎼 Roxanna: yes baby I need you🎼🎼🎼🎼 We ended and I kissed her forehead. olivia William:ooh oo yeah This isn't goodbye, Even has I watch you leave, This isn't goodbye i swear I won't cry, Even as tears fill my eyes, I swear I won't cry Any other girl, I'll let you walk away, Any other girl, am sure I'll be ok Tell me what makes a man,

"Why are you crying?" I looked up at a clean, youthful face and cried even harder. "My mom is in there, but I can't see her." The young Adrian froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "What's there to cry about?" He clapped his hands, squatted down in front of me, his voice bright. "Get on." Later, I climbed into the coffin and clutched my mother's cold body, crying until I was hoarse. The sound of my sobs drew everyone's attention, and Adrian was beaten severely by his father. Even with his face bruised and swollen, he still flashed me a reckless smile.

He was a chatty person. "We just found out about it, and we were planning to keep it a secret from you for a few days," the man muttered. "But anyway, I'm sorry for your loss. Say your goodbyes to Isabella. They're taking her body for cremation this afternoon." "What?" Henry stood up in disbelief when he heard his words. The old man flinched, startled by his sudden outburst. He quickly backed away, muttering to himself once he was at a safer distance.

But now, because she had spoken out of turn, she had lost his favor. Sitting alone on the lounge chair, Skyler watched the waves rolling onto the shore. A strange emptiness settled in her heart. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her. She turned away, covering her mouth as she dry-heaved a few times before the feeling subsided. Was it the sea breeze? Had she caught a chill? She had planned to say goodbye to Mr. Hammond, but it seemed she'd have to leave first. — The yacht docked. Manuel carried Britney as they disembarked.

However, before I could send my message, one popped up on my phone. [Rose, there's been an earthquake... Your dad and I are trapped. Now, I understand how alone you felt during that avalanche years ago. Maybe this is what we deserve. No words can say how sorry we are. We just hope you'll forget us and the pain we once caused you. Have a happy life. Rose, your dad and I have always loved you.] I had barely finished reading the message when the TV showed a rescue happening live. "We've found them!" The rescuers moved the broken stones, and I saw my parents' faces, covered in blood. Before I could even start to feel happy, one rescuer shook his head. With a lump in his throat, he said, "Two mor

Slow and painful. He sniffs as tears trickle down his cheeks, "Give me another chance, please. I beg of you.” Words he never knew he would use, but Hannah is done with him. His words no longer mean anything. She remained silent and he continued talking. “Don't do this to me. Don't do this to us. We're supposed to be together." She grunted, "I'm sorry that's not going to happen. I don't want to be this petty but... A life without you is the best thing that happened to me. Goodbye, Xander.”

“You’ve lost everything because you can’t separate business from emotion. I’m done trying to save you from yourself.” “James—” But he was already turning away. “Goodbye, Alex. I truly hope you find your way back before it’s too late.” He opened the door and walked out. The slam echoed like thunder. For a few moments, Alex just stood there, the room spinning around him. The envelope still sat on his desk, untouched. His heart was thumping heavily, each beat louder than the last. He rubbed his face with both hands and dropped back into his chair. For the first time in years, he felt completely alone. His best friend, his ally, gone.

Not ever. And yet, some part of him still refused to accept it. He had let this love slip through his fingers, squandered something precious beyond repair. Memories of their happier days flooded his mind, bright and relentless, like a film reel that refused to stop playing. And then, for the first time in a long while, Jack couldn't hold back his tears. He wanted to say something—anything—but in the end, no words came. Jessica simply looked at him and said, "Take care," before turning away.

Jared's hand shook as he held onto me, as if letting go would mean losing me for good. "Willow, come with me. Give me one more chance, okay?" I said, frowning, "Jared, there's nothing left between us. Just let it go!" His eyes searched mine, full of desperation. "I know you're still mad. It's because of Elsie, right? I got too close. But if that's what's stopping you, I'll cut her off. Hell, I'll tell her to leave right now!"