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She had no fucking clue what it felt like to almost have everything you ever wanted in the palm of your hand, only to watch it slide right through your fingers. “You don't know anything, Brenda,” I deadpanned, my vision blurring. “You have no idea about any of this. How bad it hurts, you have absolutely no clue at all,” I slurred, the alcohol heavy on my tongue. What was she even doing here in the first place? “So just let me grieve peacefully. Give me some goddamn peace and quiet, okay?” “A club isn't exactly the place to go looking for peace and quiet, Nico.”

"Aww… Aiden’s being shy!" The video cut off. Lana's message followed: [Sorry, Chloe! We were just playing truth or dare. It was all in good fun. Hope you don’t mind!] My grip tightened on the phone until my knuckles went white. I stared at her draped against him. I saw how he let her. The way he looked at her. The ease. The warmth. Everything blurred. I couldn’t breathe. Still, I wiped away my tears, forced a smile, and typed back: [No worries. Have fun tonight.]

Dominic's eyes meet mine, and he notices my discomfort, immediately dropping the phone and helping me sit up while I try to breathe, but it's impossible to “We are going to die,” I whisper, my eyes wide, my words coming out choked, and my chest rising and falling quickly in panic.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yates. The door was open, and I came in when I saw you collapse." I turned and glanced at the door—sure enough, I had forgotten to lock it. I asked, "How do you know my name?" He shrugged and answered smoothly, "I'm Lucas Campbell. I heard other doctors calling you that." "Right. Well… thank you again." The room fell into a slightly awkward silence. His eyes lingered on mine a little too long, and I wasn't sure what to say next. Lucas asked, "Ms. Yates, since it's low blood sugar... would you like to grab a bite with me?"

"You're the one I want oh Before my liver start to fail You're the one I need oh Before cassava start to hail And if I ever leave oh Make water carry me dey go Far away, far away" I danced to the lyrics as I sang along, my voice sang higher when it came to the chorus "She say give me assurance Assurance I give my baby assurance I give my baby lifetime insurance Assurance, assurance I give my baby assurance I give my baby lifetime insurance Biggie biggie Heavy heavy (Chei) Baby do you want me? Haba" I almost screamed louder to express my pain, I knew I was being being dramatic but please. Give me a break. I just watched the first guy I kiss take another girl on an Ice Cream Date right after w

“This is New York, anything happens” I leaned my head back, tried to breathe, but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. The alcohol's hold on me seemed to be loosening and I didn't want that, I didn't want to think of my husband... Ex. “You know what? Screw it. Pull over.” “What?” “There,” I said, pointing at a glowing building as we passed it. MIRAGE blinked in pink letters, pulsing like a heartbeat. “The disco hall. I’ve always wanted to go.”

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c

’ The gritty promise in his voice would’ve flooded me with relief, but I could feel the air beginning to thicken again. I shook my head, forgetting he couldn’t see it. There were too many people, all dancing and writhing as they bumped into me. Eyes too glazed to even tell I’d been standing there, let alone wonder why I was the only one not dancing. When my thoughts began to fumble and slow, panic set in. ‘I can’t stay here, Dain. There’s something—there’s something wrong with the dance floor. It’s messing with my head; I have to get off.’ I said in a rush, shoving past a couple that looked on the verge of having sex as they danced.

“Like a fool I went and stayed too long. Now I’m wondering if your love stills strong. Ooo baby. Here I am signed, sealed, delivered I’m yours!” The crowd started moving. Some people got on the dance floor and started dancing. The crowed started clapping their hands to the beat. A space cleared for Bruce to see who was singing. “Here I am, baby! Signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours!” Bruce’s brown eyes widened with shock and anger at Beverly Balsom in a red dress that looked like Joanna had to sew her into. I shouldn’t be surprised. How dare she? I don’t care if she can sing like a bird.

“Off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead…O-off-off-off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead….O-off-off-off with your head…… It's close to midnight…And something evil's lurking in the dark…Under the moonlight…You see a sight that almost stops your heart…You try to scream…But terror takes the sound before you make it (Heads will roll, heads will roll)…You start to freeze…As horror looks you right between the eyes…You're paralyzed…… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night…And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike…You know it's thriller, thriller night…You're fighting for your life inside a killer thriller tonight…… Off with your head…D-dance-dance