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“You and me. I know you’ve been angry. You’ve been hurt. But don’t you remember what we had?” Her thumb traced the delicate underside of my wrist, a gesture once tender but now laced with a sense of manipulation. I pulled away, creating a distance that was both physical and emotional. Her softness was a façade, a cruel mask that hid the truth: there was no love here, no genuine devotion, and certainly no trust.

The emotions he had been suppressing finally broke free, and he sobbed uncontrollably, crying out, "I'm sorry, baby. I wronged your mom. Can I apologize to you on her behalf? Please, don't blame your mom." ‘Jack, do you know how much I wanted us to have a good life together? Do you know how much I wished for a beautiful future for us? Do you know how heartbroken I was when I died?’ I blinked, trying to force back my tears. The man in front of me was not worth crying over. If not for my death, I might have still been trapped in the mist and didn’t know where to go. Death made me see things clearly. Death ensured my baby could have a better future.

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

Rose to white to gray in heartbeats. His eyes have gone glassy, clouded with a film that reflects nothing. Before long, his hands slip away from me, graceless and heavy, falling limp at his sides like marionette strings cut mid-performance. But I can't stop. I pull from him in desperate swallows, trying to fill the endless void inside me with his essence. But it's wrong. The blood turns to ash in my mouth. Dry. Bitter. The taste of burned paper and broken promises, of letters written but never sent, of tears turned to salt on dead cheeks. It coats my tongue, clogs my throat, chokes me with its wrongness.

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

Cold and detached. Our contract sealing our fate. Love lost in a sea of hurt and regret. ###############

He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass "Zaylee" his voice broke down and he fell unconscious. "Is he still alive?!" The doctor nodded. "Where was his wife? Those glasses could have seriously injured him" Armani stared at the doctor "His wife is dead" The doctor blinked repeatedly before shaking his head his despair. He left the two alone. "What do you mean!" Dex yelled at Armani trying to stand up "You killed your wife Dex" Dex glared at Armani "Armani where is she?!" he yelled getting hold of Armani

Alina shifted in her chair, and his gaze was immediately glued to the movement, watching as Alina brushed her fingers over her jean pocket, where the rose resided underneath. The man in shadows smiled, "Looking at this rose, isn't it like looking into the heart of someone who has lost their purpose; a broken and desolate being?" He recited and watched as Alina subconsciously gripped the area over her pocket. Her long and delicate fingers, so much larger than he recalled, hovering protectively. She would start remembering, soon enough.

He simply says the word again. “I am sorry, Inessa. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He says these words, locking his gaze with mine, and trust me, it does something to my stupid heart as it starts beating crazy wild. It feels as if a storm was coming towards me without any warning, and this outburst will drift me away from my shore, from my universe.