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She muttered "I know , lazy ass. But, the Heavens are with you. They will guide you." "Not like I'm scared. I can handle him pretty well. Alright, that's it. I will match him down and punch his face if he tries shit. I can't take this anymore" She huffed Jenna was only smiling. "I know that too. I was thinking, just your energy baffled me. Hope you keeps to your words" she muttered Bluey swiveled her head and looked up at jenna. "of course ." she replied Bluey took a deep breath and turned towards the mirror again.

I closed my computer and stood up, my wolf at fever pitch. With flourish, Jenna yanked back the curtains and Hope came out looking shy. Jenna had dressed her in a royal blue sheath dress that was low cut in front, but high enough to be demure. The material skimmed her body instead of clinging to it, accentuating her curves. The straps were thin strands of crystals that looped over her shoulders. The crystals were mirrored in the clip that Jenna had used to fasten her updo, leaving tendrils of chocolate colored waves to frame her face. Her makeup was light and very natural, calling attention to her beautiful blue eyes that were currently fixed on my face, waiting for my approval. “Doesn’

Some spirits walk in harmony, Some run side by side. We were chosen under the sky, Two hearts with just one stride.” As the last of the notes die away, Tanya looks at Hope with tears in her eyes. I don’t have to look at Hope to know that her tears are streaking down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, Ryleigh. I will live well for you as well. We will travel the world and see all the sights for you. In our next life, let me be the little sister. I’ll give you my kidney. You have to wait for me, okay?” The rain stopped. A rainbow arced across the sky and fell right on my headstone. Like the red dress, this remained forever in their hearts.

I said calmly, "she's standing here alone, being watched by everyone. How pitiful. Aren't you going to come up and keep her company?" His body jolted, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He looked at Jess for help, then instinctively took a step back, trying to distance himself from the center of the storm. Pathetic. I withdrew my gaze and spoke into the microphone, delivering the final verdict. "From this moment on, Jess and I are officially over. Ten years—ends here." I tossed the microphone onto the stage. It rolled a few times, letting out a harsh screech—like a final lament. Then I turned and walked away.

Who will pull me out? A small voice in the back of my head is whispering his name. Blake. But he’s just a man. A man that doesn’t even know me well enough to know that I hurt myself when I already feel hopeless most days. He will eventually let me down or leave me. Everyone else does. And now my mother is standing before me, asking me to trust her and hope that it will be okay. Do I dare hope that she can change? I look at her now. She’s sober. Her eyes have a light in them that I haven’t seen in so long. She looks like she means the hopeful words coming out of her mouth.

She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts. "Well, why not, love? You deserve to look just as beautiful as all the others there." Katrice stepped closer, snatching a matching blue shawl from a stand, and wrapped it around Sapphira's shoulders. "I can't afford this, Katrice," Sapphira said quietly, blushing. She had seen the price tag when she struggled to get it on a few minutes earlier and nearly fainted. Katrice hummed and stepped back, looking Sapphira and the dress up and down.

He struggled for quite a minute although he knew well enough that all these will go in vain. Out of the blue he heard the man singing while cooking something, a few inches away from where he was tied. "Dance with the deads in my dream... Listen to their hallowed screams The dead has taken my soul Temptations lost all control... Hmmmm Hmmmmm~ La la laaa ~" The man was singing all these as if they were nothing and were just some normal lullaby. Kazumi for a moment stopped bawling and listened to the melodious voice of the man. But instead of calming him down, the lyrics made him weep more hysterically.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

“Hey, stranger. How's the world of blueprints treating you?” Charlotte’s face lit up as she turned to see Elijah, her best friend, standing there with his trademark grin. Elijah, tall, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he had an easygoing charm that drew people in. With his signature easygoing grin, Elijah had always been her rock, the one person who could make her laugh even on her worst days. They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. .