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I heard a scurrying of something in the bushes a few times but nothing ever popped out to attack us thankfully. Just before the last gleam of light went out to trail in the darkness, massive and jagged boulders stood before us. I looked to my left and noticed a small rock path, almost hidden from the low level water. We were lucky it was a near full moon tonight and the pathway was lit up just enough to be seen.

With a heavy heart, he locked himself in the room and didn't get out. Ace laid on his bed, staring at the white ceiling with an empty mind. He suddenly felt the rustle of his bed. Ace looked to his right, where his second pillow is stationed. "hi, " the boy that laid down on his right side waved and smiled brightly at him. White hair and dark green eyes. " Who are you?" Ace whispered to the boy in front of him and frowned. " I'm Oren,"

If Mark had a crystal ball that let him see the future, his prediction of how the day was going to go couldn’t have been more accurate. Everything happened exactly the way he said it would. It started out easy. Alexander was in the coffee shop and she was standing outside, so because they weren’t near each other, Helen couldn’t do anything to offend him. However, once they moved onto the next series of poses, she couldn’t do anything right according to Alexander. She did what Trevor told her to do, but apparently, her ‘interpretations’ of Trevor’s instructions were all wrong. It went something like the following:

He made it perfectly clear there was more involved in showering than being clean. His arms wrapped around me took away my nervousness and fear of rejection. I tipped my head back and gave him a tentative smile. "Do you rugby players have rules against sex the night before a match?" His hand came up. He dipped his finger just inside my mouth and smoothed my saliva across my lips. Electricity zinged straight between my thighs. "I have certain prematch rituals that must be adhered to. The first is a date the night before my match." He rocked his hips into mine. "Our date will take place in the shower after we eat."

�𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘺𝘮.. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 8:30....𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩� ��𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦..

**Morning - 9AM** Lucifer stormed back into his chambers, dripping sweat from his early morning workout at the gym. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to silence the turmoil in his mind. But as he opened the door, expecting to find his room meticulously cleaned and in perfect order, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room was a mess—clothes scattered on the floor, the bed unmade, and the lingering scent of April that still clung to the air.

Charlie mumbled while setting his spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "Fuck he needs us!" Leon muttered and next thing he was running back into his room. Eleanor has already changed into a summer dress and is now drying her hair. "Babe we are going out for breakfast and you only have two minutes." Muttering that sheepishly he walked into the restroom and hurriedly freshened up.

He muttered. Minutes later, she texted him that she had arrived. Alex heart jumped immediately he read the text. "Fuck, this is the moment, this is really the moment, don't freak out, be cool Alex, be cool." He sent a smiley face. Soon, he heard footsteps behind him and a lady came into view taking the sit in front of him. Alex eyes widened in shock. "Chipmunk!" "Fuck."

Moreover, I did not exactly want to move. The clock on the bedside table revealed that it was a little past 10:00 am. I had managed to somehow apply for leave on my phone last night before falling asleep. Considering that I had been wide awake before it, it was incredible how much that sex had taken out of me- actually, taken out of Hiro-san and I. Once was far from enough for the both of us and by the time we settled into each other’s arms after that, we barely had enough energy left to move. I looked up at his sleeping face.

I haven’t been home in so many years. “Can I go inside?” I question into the air, looking back at Time who is given me enough space to react if I decided to charge at him in anger. Luckily for him, the sight of my home, standing beneath the falling flakes, has replaced my initial anger with a sense of comfort. Time steps beside me, the heaped snow sinking beneath his feet. “Not the best idea. We are in a timeline before you died. Well, in only a few minutes you’ll be...you know.”