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It was as though the wedding tomorrow had always been for the two of them and I had nothing to do with it at all. I gave a bitter smile and liked the post. Then, I commented: [Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] My comment blended into a stream of blessings and did not look out of place. However, it was deleted the next second. Zach’s call came right after. His tone was full of impatience. “Coco, what are you trying to do? What was your intention behind leaving that comment? Are you trying to cause trouble?” I was rendered speechless for a moment. “I wasn’t causing trouble. I genuinely wish you a lifetime of happiness.”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Adan looked at the panda emoji on his phone and winked with peach blossom eyes. Just as I was about to say something, Charlotte sent another message: "I won't disturb you." The index finger lightly tapped on the phone, but in the end, the typed message was deleted. Only one word was replied: "Hmm." After looking at the phone screen for a while, Adan opened Charlotte's Timeline. Visible in just one month. Tsk. Charlotte's Timeline only has one visible post, which is a candid shot of her performing abroad half a month ago. The caption consists of just two words: "Working."

The static hissed softly in the background, a harsh reminder of everything they didn't know yet. Daisy's hands trembled as she set the remote down, her pulse quickening. Alessia stood beside her, her gaze locked on the black screen like it might flicker back to life if she stared hard enough. But it didn't. Only that faint buzzing hum filled the room. "Someone deleted this," Daisy said finally, her voice breaking the silence. "It didn't just stop on its own, this was cut. Look at the timestamp; it jumped straight from 10:04pm to 10:09pm."

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘛 𝘣𝘦 𝘚𝘛𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. I hit backspace, deleting the letters one by one until the text box is remaining "Th". I can't let him see that I break for this. I can't give him that satisfaction. Then, like a splash of cold water, I remember my rule. *Delete nothing.* The memory of my rules flashes through my mind. If he sees the deleted draft, the punishment will be worse than the admission. My breath hitches. With a shaking hand, I continue typing the words back into the box, exactly as they were and Send. Relief washes through me.

Kieran had tried one last time to contact me after Meredith's death. The voicemail had been barely coherent: "Phoebe... she's gone... it's all falling apart... please, I just need... I need to explain..." I'd deleted it without listening to the rest. Garrett had been the one to tell me about the final collapse. "Kieran's pack is officially dissolved," he'd said over dinner last week. "Marcus approached me about a merger to save the remaining members." "And you agreed?" "The pack members deserve stability. It's not their fault their Alpha self-destructed."

I became blind to everything else in my focus on the beastly sight in front of me. Corbin eventually stopped chopping away at a dying Elliot, flung the axe from his dripping scarlet hands, then reached inside him and started pulling out parts of rib bone and casting them aside. It seemed to take an eternity for Corbin to finish mutilating Elliot, pulling hundreds of pieces of bone from his convulsing body, when it was only a couple of minutes and just a few ribs, each in just as many pieces. It was alarming that the severed rib bones were able to be seen and then pulled through all the deep, red blood that had pooled in the open wound.

"Are you sure you want to delete all 2,396 entries? Once deleted, they cannot be recovered." Without hesitation, I clicked "Yes."

Mira shouted: “Successor load is increasing!” Jonathan's systems returned just enough to display numbers. **SUCCESSOR INTEGRATION: 12%** Charles frowned. “Integration with what?” Jonathan's face went pale. “The City.” Mira spun around. “No.” The silver streets darkened. **18%** Buildings changed. Their elegant architecture simplified. Decorations vanished. Trees disappeared. Public squares flattened. Every element not necessary for survival was being removed. Lucas stared. “It deleted the bakery.” Elias looked grim. “Now it's personal.”