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I can feel it—the sluggish movement of it, like some viscous liquid infecting my bloodstream, slowing my heartbeat, my mind. The pain that still throbs through my muscles is a constant reminder that something has poisoned me, and whatever it was, it’s still here, dragging me under. The memory of her is vague, like an old dream that refuses to stay focused. But I remember enough. I remember the syringe—cold, gleaming, filled with something that burned its way into my skin. I remember the laughter—sharp, cruel, and shrill, echoing in my mind like the breaking of glass. I remember the betrayal, but the details have faded, blurred under the weight of more pressing things. The venom still courses

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

The door closed softly, so I couldn't recognize the man. My eyes became wider and I immediately hugged myself. My lips were still parted when I saw how thick the white blanket was that was wrapped around my body. My heart was beating fast, and I was terrified at the thought of what might have happened to me. I don't even remember how I got to this place. I'm not even sure if it's a hotel or a mental hospital! All I see is white! What did you do last night at the engagement, Mayu?! I closed my eyes tightly and tried to remember what happened at the party. But nothing else comes to my mind but the small empty box. After that, I don't remember anything; my vision just went dark.

I typed a reply. Me: Her? "Oh." She responded, fidgeting a bit. "Nothing else happened, right?" I looked back at her and narrowed my eyes. Somehow, I found my gaze flickering down to her lips, and a part of me couldn't forget how fucking soft they had felt against my own. I wanted to forget it, I really wanted to. But there were some things that I could never forget, and I knew this would be one of them. I looked back in her eyes. "Why would anything else happen?"

But how can I say goodbye to the person who has already forgotten me? A deep sigh escaped my lips. Against my wishes, the sweet memories I shared with Alex began flooding my mind and the only thing I could see was his handsome face floating all around the room. I can still remember the way he talks, the way he smiles, the taste of his lips in my mouth and how our bodies are molded perfectly together. I didn't experience that kind of spark when I'm with Magnus. Dang it! I tried shutting my brain to stop those bittersweet memories from invading my mind but I couldn't stop myself from reminiscing about our happy and sweet moments together.

A story that defied the boundaries of life and death. As I gazed into the depths of the whiskey, memories of Athara and I flooded my mind, threatening to drown me in a bittersweet deluge. Our love had been a beacon of light in a world teeming with shadows. The warmth of her touch, the tenderness of her smile—all etched into my soul, even as time relentlessly marched forward.

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

he said. “I will have to use a lot of force to get past your tensed up muscles and all the way into you.” I could taste the bitterness of bile in my throat as memories from long ago slipped through my mind and something in me just … broke. Something dark, scared and deeply buried. There was no way for me to hold it in. A bone-shattering sob ripped from my throat, and it hurt because of the memories that it brought up.

Adrian's voice was slightly above a tale," Flora, if there is indeed a bit of you that remembers the love we participated please, let's not let that be lost to our regrets." Flora's reply, calculated and rueful, was spoken gently," I wish I could believe in that love, Adrian, but every memory is a two- edged brand. The warmth of your arms is tainted ever by the cold wave of your abandonment.". Marissa soughed, “ perhaps that’s what makes stopgap so bittersweet — it’s both a pledge and a memorial of all we’ve lost. But occasionally, indeed a hint can light the way through the darkest night. ”

Freedom "I am now chasing my happiness and I hope you'll chase yours too. Sorry for all the troubles that I made but I hope we can meet in the future when we finally achieved our dreams." I smiled again as I remembered the message that my fiancé sent me. Oh! It's now ex-fiancé since the engagement was off. Though, I didn't expect him to be this nice. How unfortunate I didn't see his face and know his name.