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The words sounded foreign to my own ears and I hated the fact that I was sounding like my grandfather. Clay looked sad. “What about your book, how's it going?” he asked, trying to change the topic. I gave him a small smile. “Well you’ll be happy to know that I already have a title in mind but I don’t have a storyline yet.” “So what’s the title?” I took a sip of my drink and grinned. “Love for sale.”

"Even his own parents don’t know and have to ask a neighbor. You two really did a great job as parents. Forget it. For Silas’s sake, I won’t bother arguing with you." I stared in disbelief at the clothes, toys, and gifts piled around me. With all of them beside me, I didn’t look quite so ugly anymore. "Will you forgive them?" Snowy asked, licking its paw. "You spent your entire life drawing lots. Wasn’t it all just to get their love? These things represent love. You’ve gotten it now." Alas, I was already dead. What was the point of getting it now? "I want to go find Grandma," I said.

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Go to the shop across the hospital and get Amanda some new clothes now!" I turned and grabbed my suitcase, then set my abortion slip and the divorce papers on the coffee table to mark the end of us.

A piece of paper was tied to a rock, which had been thrown through the window. “Who the fuck sends messages like this.” I hissed as I bent down to pick the paper up. My hands as I untied the paper and read the message written on it: "Meet me in the woods tomorrow night, alone. I know what you did. -A friend" A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. Who could have written this? And how did they know about Damien's death? The voice in my head sneered, "A friend? More like an enemy, Raven. What have you gotten yourself into?"

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The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros