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Isabelle opened the novels she had brought, showing the covers, all filled with love stories and emotional journeys. “This one’s my favorite,” she said, holding up a white-covered book with a silhouette of a couple holding hands. “It’s about a woman who finds love again after loss.” Liora smiled. “That sounds very familiar.” “Familiar?” Isabelle tilted her head, caught off guard. “Yes. I feel like that’s my life too. Losing so much, then finding something greater—love that makes me strong.” “I understand.” Their conversation flowed. Isabelle spoke about her university, about her thesis that kept her awake at night, and about how she once felt envious seeing how close Liora was to Xavier, whi

She kept repeating in a frantic, broken voice, "You think you deserve a bonding ceremony with someone you love? You? You killed Cherry with your own hands! "You should rot in hell. You don't deserve to be happy! Why? Why wasn't it you who died?" I didn't dare fight back. I just covered my head and let her rage. Every cruel word hit like a blade, sinking deep into my chest. The crushing weight of despair was almost unbearable. I clutched my ears, whispering to myself that I couldn't die. I promised Cherry. I didn't know how long the blows kept coming, but eventually, a maid rushed in and pulled her off me.

"We're done. For good." He slapped it out of my hand, and I, running on empty, stumbled to the floor. He just looked down like I was trash. "What's with the attitude? I missed Millie's birthday—she'll have plenty more." My throat tightened. While he'd been off with his lover, Millie was in the ICU, tangled in tubes. And while they held each other, she'd slipped away, leaving nothing but ashes. "There won't be any more birthdays," I said, barely holding back tears.

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The silence that followed was filled with unspoken emotions. "Maybe that's why I wanted you all for me," she finally admitted, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "Because even though you didn't love me, I still felt safe with you. But now you have found someone else, and everything feels uncertain again." Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. "A piece of advice Don't lose her like you lost me. Trust is fragile, and once it's broken, it's hard to repair. Don't take her for granted; cherish what you have before it slips away."

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She thought, " Ok, before sunset" He nodded, "deal", and she nodded back. He then rose and left. She realized that all eyes were on her and that made her feel proud. That day, she made a good and quick sale. As she headed back home with her tray held inclined to her flank, she began to think about her relationship life so far. She realized she was so clingy, that she was maneuvered easily. She wanted to be careful next time, but it seemed her heart was already crossing the line for this new guy.

However, she discarded the thought after something happened to Chester. After noticing that Charity had been silent for a while, Chester felt a glimmer of hope. “Charity, is it because I—” “You did hurt me.” Charity interrupted him and said honestly, “After going through it, I don’t find relationships memorable. It has brought me nothing but torture and harm, so I think it’s nice to be alone too. What’s more, my parents are dead. Being able to see the world with Eliza’s body is already a blessing. What gives me the right to find happiness?”

- Theresa The note slipped out of Whitney’s hands as she dropped her head miserably and wept. Instead of mentally commanding herself to get it together, she allowed the crushing pain of losing her sister to rush forward. Whitney felt every aching pang like a dagger pierce her heart, and she made no effort to silence herself as she cried harder and harder. ...and harder and harder after that. She's proud of me...

she asks. take a deep breath before telling her that we ended things. She immediately wraps me in a comforting hug, sensing the sadness that still lingers within me. She gently reveals that she heard from Cassian’s personal assistant—he’s back in France and had all his unfinished paintings shipped there. The news hits me like a fresh wave of grief. After we finish shopping, Hailee looks at me with concern. “Do you want to go out for drinks later? I don’t want you to be alone tonight.”