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Was this really my life? I tried to think of anything else. Something encouraging. Praying. Being hopeful. All seemed like a joke. There was nothing I could do that would make me feel better anymore. I had given up. Whatever was going to happen was whatever I was going to accept. I stopped listening to my heart because there was nothing there anymore. “Diya,” Matt called me. “I said don’t talk to me,” I responded, looking away.

'As around the sun the earth know she's revolving And the rose buds know to bloom in early May Just as hate know love's the cure You can rest your mind assure That I'll be loving you always As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow But in passing we'll grow older everyday Just as all that's born is new Do know what I say is true That I'll be loving you always Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky (always) Until the ocean covers every mountain high (always) Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea (always)

I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death. And as I kneel on the bathroom floor with her blood covering my hands, she has stolen my breath once again, because I can’t breathe. I can’t move. They took her out of my arms and I’m frozen in this nightmare that’s on a loop in my mind where I’m seeing the light slowly leave her eyes. I need that gale force wind again because I will die without it. I will die without her.

I whisper to myself in pain I feel my heart breaking into pieces,I'll never heal from this pain Katerina is dead and it's all my fault.... . .

Everyone rushed toward me. But I couldn't hear them. The gaping hole in my chest swallowed me whole, a pain more agonizing than a thousand silver bullets. Shelly was really dead. My Luna, my mate, was gone forever. But… I was going to fix it. I was going to go back to her as soon as Kyra's baby was born… Why! "Shelly—" I struggled to my feet and staggered toward the ship's rail. "Alpha, what are you doing?" I stared into the churning darkness below, the waves calling to me. "Shelly," I whispered, my voice breaking. "My mate... I'm coming for you."

Everyone who betrayed me paid the price, but I felt no joy. Their deaths only left a void in me. I would wish for a family without favoritism and neglect if I could live my life again, even if it was only just once, I wanted to feel loved. However, my soul was exhausted. All I wanted was to rest in peace.

The scar where they took my liver still ached faintly. My dad let out a heavy sigh. "Noah, I'm telling you one last time. My daughter is dead. Believe it or not. Now get out of my house, or I'm calling the police!"

"Who's calling you right when the movie gets to the exciting part? How annoying." After hearing Lucy's voice, Angela laughed. "You're watching a movie with Lucy, huh? Didn't you say she's been feeling so depressed that she's on the verge of taking her own life?" Riled up, Carl retorted, "I brought Lucy out to cheer her up! How is she supposed to move on from Keith's death if she stays at home all day long?" What a seemingly justifiable explanation that was, but it was just as absurd as his intention of having a child with Lucy.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?