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I leaned against the railing. "I wish we could go back." The words barely rose above a whisper. Amelia looked out at the river. "So do I." I turned toward her. Hope stirred again. "You do?" She nodded slowly. "I miss who we were." "So do I." "But..." She paused. "The people standing here today..." She looked at me with heartbreaking kindness. "...aren't those people anymore." Silence stretched between us. I wanted to argue. To promise we'd find our way back. But I knew she was right.

“Come back. Please come back!” The mark on my wrist flared so bright it burned. My head pounded with static, my veins alive with light. The world around me warped again—the hospital room fading into that white void, the bed dissolving beneath my knees. I was standing in front of the door again. The key pulsed in my hand, warm and alive, the same rhythm as Liam’s fading heartbeat. The light bleeding through the cracks of the door shifted, growing wilder, almost pleading. Behind me, Adrian’s voice softened. “You can bring him back, Kayla. One touch, one thought. It’s all it takes.”

She would think I wanted her only for her service, not for her heart. And if she believed that, then what would my grand gestures mean? What would it mean that I traveled all the way from Lake Side to Manderine View? That I stopped cars in the middle of the road and fell to my knees, begging her for just one conversation? Would all that mean nothing? “NO!” I typed furiously, my thumbs flying before the thought of hesitation could creep in. I wouldn’t let the screen stay idle for even a second. “I want you back because I missed us. Because I love you, Sarah. Please believe me.” I sent again.

“Be good. I’ll be right back.” XXX

I'll miss you Blue I'll miss you I hope when I see you again, I'll be a changed man then I'M SORRY BLUE MAID

Mr President I don't know why I asked her to married me, I don't even know why I wanted her close to me, all I know was that the moment I saw her I wanted to own her and make her the happiest woman in the world, I know it's crazy but that's how much I wanted to protect her and make her happy. Honestly I don't care about her past or her marriage, I don't even want to hear about that or the things she's been through. All I know is that I want to make that woman smile. Seeing her smile everyday will be the best thing that happened to me and I cannot wait for that to happen.

“Melissa—” Then suddenly, she dropped to her knees. The movement happened so fast it caught me off guard completely. Her hands trembled violently as she reached for me. I stepped back immediately before she could touch me. Tears streamed down her face almost instantly. “The real people behind everything would’ve killed me,” she cried. “I… Vaylen… I used your name because you were innocent. I thought your clean record would protect us both.” Her voice broke harder after that. “Please…” she whispered desperately. “I still love you. We can fix this. We can still go back to how things used to be.”

we are the perfect couple that people envied of. All I have is words...words of feelings I have felt without you in my life...that are written in my diary for you to read...for you to know... Please come back to me my love....my life...my strength, hope and light....please come back to me! Im waiting for you...now and always! ************************************ I fucking miss you all day, everyday and you can't even imagine how pathetic it makes me feel because I don't even know if you Miss me back.

Emma's POV: Really who is it. " Hassan I will call you back later, I need to attend to something." I said and he smiled at me. " Okay, my regards to your parents okay." He said and I disconnect the call. The knock came on again and I muttered a come in. It was Serena. "Your excellency,the president and first lady is back and they demand for your present in the sitting room" She said "Okay I will be there in 2 minutes"I said and quickly get down from the bed and wore my flipflop before walking down stairs.

"Please don't. I don't want to lose you." I notice his hand is clenched hard with all the veins popping out like he's holding back. Please touch me. Please touch me and let's put this behind us. I beg in my head as I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the tears fall. "It's no use now." I gasp at the familiar voice and look towards the door. My mother-in-law, Irene York also known as Madam York- steps into the room wearing her black fur coat, tight white pants and her face in an unusual pitiful look.