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Cheryl could feel The One's cell phone vibrating from her jacket pocket, but Cheryl let it be because if the one picked up, Cheryl guaranteed the event together they would be over. "But if we both jump in, it seems fun." Cheryl shook her head. She is not good at swimming, and she is afraid of drowning. Cheryl includes a phobia of depth, and the girl likes to imagine that underwater, there are many wild animals ready to pounce on her, making Cheryl always anxious. "Already come on." "B-but." Byar!!!

" I sat calmly on the sofa, while Lucas was beside her trying to calm her down. This spectacle continued until I took out the "Heart of the Ocean" that I had acquired at the auction the day before. I opened the red velvet box, revealing the magnificent blue diamond sparkling in the lamplight. She was suddenly rendered speechless, her eyes filled with panic instead of amazement. I smiled and said, "Mom, I know you have a problem with me, so I bought this as a special gift to make amends. "They say there's only one in the world. It was bought by the Young master of the Walsh family five years ago and disappeared for so long, only to suddenly reappear at yesterday's auction.

They were the people I had met during the three years I'd been missing—scientists stationed at a secret research base overseas. They were the ones who had pulled me from the sea, healed my wounds, and helped me rediscover my true passion—the study of neuroscience, something I had once loved deeply but given up for Enzo and my parents. In my previous life, I had turned down their repeated invitations, foolishly clinging to the belief that Enzo still loved me. I had stayed behind out of obsession, only to meet a tragic end, my body never even recovered. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.

“Ruby’s gone. I heard she’s making moves to transfer schools, move to a new city, and barely answers my calls. Says she needs space from… everything.” He stared into his drink. “My business is sinking,” he continued, voice cracking for the first time. “Debts piling up. Partners pulling out. And all I’ve got left are regrets. Drinking too much. Hitting too hard when I shouldn’t. Pushing away the only person who ever looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.” Black said nothing. Just signaled for another round. Two broken men, drowning in the ruins of the lives they’d built. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️

I asked him, he nodded playfully. “Yes, Miss. Jen, I love the sea but I can’t dive in it. Dad says it’s dangerous and I read in the book to double-check, Its density is severe and the water is salty which is unhealthy for human skin,” Kevin explained in his way, I grinned, hearing his angelic voice soothed my torn spirit. He was a healer of my heart.

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Callie interrupts. Suddenly, I feel as if I’m going to faint. “Are you ok? You look really pale dude.” Deccan asks. “Yeah I just need to sit down.” I slur as I try to sit down but then I collapse.

Axel Cheatum was the biggest baby about pain. No one knew that better than me. Dude could get a paper cut and act like he needed a hospital. I did all the cooking, all the chopping. Always careful. Always thinking about those hands—the same ones that used to kill it on the piano. And now? For her? He was ready to snap his own bones and rip off his own skin. Blood poured down his arms, but he didn't even flinch. Just looked at us and said, "Please. Take care of her. She's almost full-term."

"I'd hope not, dearest. Then I would have already gone to deep sleep." "How does it work, this deep sleep?" "When one reaches a certain age, the desire for slumber grows stronger. But unlike normal sleep, deep sleep doesn’t last for a single night. It’s longer and more magical," Daemonikai explained, his voice taking on a distant quality. "One might lay down in their coffin-bed and awake a hundred years later, or two, or even three. Elders grow weary of the world, you see. They use deep sleep to pass the time.”

He waved a hand, “You know–insomnia, depression or eating disorders with or without having a mark. Sometimes, they turn to become fixated with one thing or the other to cope like alcohol, drugs… worst case scenario is either suicide or a slow, descent to madness.” Her brows furrowed. “Now do tell me, Winters,” Alastor forced himself to meet her gaze with a glare of his own, “…why do you want to know?” . . . “It’s a paradox of progress: the better things get the more anxious and desperate we all seem to feel.” –Mark Manson . . . Winters clenched her jaw, “I was just thinking,” she finally grounded out. “…of what might happen to you when I leave.”