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That was the first word she could utter and the person that was present with her was her mom when she opened her eyes. "I don't know if I should really be happy or sad mom that I'll be discharged today" Anna replied fiddling with her fingers. "Anna! Why are you saying that? of course you should be happy the doctors and nurses did their very best to keep you alive for us". "But I'm not happy I'm alive mom, deep inside my heart I'm not happy. Why should I be happy when Drake is dead? Drake wasn't meant to die, it's all my fault he's dead and I'm alive. How can I ever be happy knowing I'll never see him again? Tell me mom, how can I survive this loneliness?"

I groaned when water splashed on my body. We are at the house of my best friend, Linda, celebrating her birthday. Unlike any other people who celebrate their birthdays together with many of their colleagues, Linda wanted to do it with only me and her parents Lisa and David. Lisa has been a cripple for 6 months now. She got into an accident and unfortunately, that happened to her. David is upstairs taking care of his wife at the moment. “You know what. Every night I always dream for my mother’s fast recovery. Even though she tries to hide it, I could see in her eyes how much it affected her, not only physically but emotionally and morally.”

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

“God, Nyx, I’m so sorry.” I bury my head in his chest, breathing in his fragrance, and for a minute I can nearly imagine we’re secure, that everything’s going to be affirm. “I’m sorry,” I answer. “I thought…” I shake my head, incapable to wrap up the sentence. “I feel like such an idiot.” “Don’t conversation like that,” Map book says, pulling back to touch my cheek. “You’re lively. That’s all that things. If anything had happened to you… If

What wrong she had done? Tearing up like a kid, Kaya got up from the bed and pushed him away from her before he could say anything to her. Zian turned bewildered when he watched her sitting on the bed while sobbing. Kaya wandered her eyes everywhere, until it didn't fall in that book she was reading. Stretching her arm, Kaya grabbed that book and Zian's eyes enlarged when she started ripping its pages apart. Losing herself to her grief completely, Kaya started tearing that book because her dreams were never going to be true. She was incomplete then how could she expect for her love's completion? She was mute. SHE WAS A MUTE…..her own thoughts started screaming at her, scaring her.

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I quickly made my way up the stairs trying not to linger for too long on any of the steps. My bedroom called to me. I knew it wouldn’t be the same. My heartbeat thudded in my ears with every stride. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to psych myself up. I inhaled deeply, knowing I would remember this smell for the rest of my life. I turned the knob and was immediately greeted with a soft breeze coming from the massive hole in my bedroom wall where I was serenaded just eighteen hours ago. My breathing hitched as my eyes drifted to my favorite part of my room, my books. My fingers grazed the spines of my barbecued books. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek as I bid farewell to a pr

“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you on the other side, Book.” Unable to stifle the laugh rumbling in his throat, Booker shook his head. “You’ve always had a flair for the dramatics, my boy. It’s not a funeral. Leave Harley’s men to me. Now, go. Ya need to be out in the open. Don’t give ‘er a reason to move it inside, okay?”

Burn it down and make sure no one has the right to cover it up. I clicked send then closed my l aptop... and waited for Leo's kingdom to burn but why the fuck am I feeling this stupid tiny guilt at the depth of my heart