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He was one self centered son of a bitch. “Fine,” I ground out between clenched teeth. “Have it your way but I’m warning you now, if you step in my way, your ass will be grass and I’m going to be the lawn mower. Get me?” I asked only sparing him one final quick glance. His mouth opened, then closed and then opened once more, but no words came out. “Nate,” someone called out, an all too familiar voice that had my insides humming at attention. I glanced back at the fence to see my Panda Bear waving and smiling brightly at me.

David warned. “Or else what? I am at the top of the mountain and you are not even close to its center. I don’t use my power for these things but I am willing to use everything in my power to bring you down. Do not mess with someone you can’t handle.” Clara warned him. “Now are you going to leave willing or do you want to get dragged out?” She gave him a choice. David pointed a finger at her in a warning. “I’ll destroy both of you.” He said and left banging the door hardly.

I had always assumed that with our relationship—we had grown up together after all—that he would pull me out of the trenches and save me. I had put all my hope in him. But in other people's eyes, my behavior had become a sign of my obsessive love for him. This was especially true for Spencer. He was Andrew's roommate. How many of my fanatical moments had he witnessed? "Spencer…" I started to explain. But he had already stood up. "Set an alarm so you can leave early tomorrow morning. Don't let anyone see you. It won't be good for you if rumors start." "Spencer."

Thousands of girls came into my life and I have been with hundreds but no one stole my gaze upon the first gaze like she did. I closed my eyes for a second and her face appeared in front of my eyes. I opened my eyes, again she appeared in front of me. I shook my head and this time, it finally stopped. I can't let myself be in love at a time like this. And I'm pretty sure she's a 16 years old highschooler. She's too young. And I shouldn't be interested in a minor. Yes she's a minor, I know it. She's too young for me and I can't have her.

“Since you won’t listen, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” In the next second, he ordered the caregivers to shift my things to a normal ward. Sarah Miller, the servant who had taken care of me all this while, rushed in crying and shoved at the caregivers putting my things away. “Don’t throw that away!”

“I’m trusting you to watch out for her. Take care of her and keep her safe for me. Promise me Rik. Promise me you’ll always look after my little girl.” I’m laying on my back, looking at him. My legs won’t move because of my injuries and as I watch him, I feel the teeth sink into my throat. As the darkness surrounds me, I hear his whisper on the wind. “I promise.”

I am not worthy of him or his love. This held me up. I didn't know what to say. On one side was him. He was waiting to hear me say that I love him back, so hopeful that his frowned was beginning to appear with a tension evident expression on his face. I knew I couldn't hurt him. That would be the last thing I'll be wanting to do. But what about the word I gave to Vicki?

That woman is too angry about what happened yesterday, she thought frantically. "Okay, I'm going home, honey," Leo unconsciously said goodbye as they had done before. "And never call me honey or sweetheart again!" with that last warning, Celine closed the living room door. It's all over, thought Celine. Separation is the right way to go when a commitment is broken. An apology is not enough to patch the gaping wounds caused by the pain of betrayal. * * *

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.