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“WAKE UP! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP! DON’T LEAVE ME! Don’t leave me...” I can see his face growing pale. Suddenly, his eyes open just a bit, and his lips tremble. “You can’t leave me, Colt. You can’t. No one will ever love me as you do, and I won’t ever love again.” His eyes start to close, and desperation sets in. “You can’t die!” I use my fingers to force his eyes open. “You can’t die! Heal! HEAL YOURSELF!” I command. There’s a sudden grunt. His face contorts, and he opens his eyes wide. He takes deep breaths as if he’s trying to find air.

And I had let it happen. God, I had stood there, desperate and cornered and shaking. I had cried. I had pleaded. I had lost everything, including myself. That’s what desperation does. It strips you bare, claws at your pride until you don’t even recognize yourself in the mirror. And by the end of it, I didn’t.

/ Still Her — Episode 5 (Draft) They’re quoting me now. Not my public quotes. Not my interviews. My journal. The pages I wrote at 2:00 a.m. when I couldn’t sleep. The ones I never meant to publish. They’re using words like “obsessed” and “fantasy” and “unreliable.” As if grief isn’t chaotic. As if longing makes you dangerous. As if dreaming is a flaw. So this week, I’m going to read my journal entries myself. Not in shame. Not in fear.

One year of my life for their freedom, for Dad’s life just one year of my life I'll never get back. I grab the contract, flipping through it, my eyes catching phrases like no emotional entanglements and penalties for breach. It’s a deal with the devil, but I’m out of angels. “I’ll read it tonight,” I say, shoving it in my bag. “You’ll have my answer tomorrow.” Noah nods, but his eyes don’t leave mine, like he’s reading my soul. “Good. But don’t test my patience, Scarlett. Time’s not on your side.”

We step out as it collapses behind us. Unbothered. Untouched. Unstoppable. Cassain glances at me. “You enjoyed that.” I don’t deny it. “I learned something.” “That it won’t stop?” he asks. “That it’s getting desperate,” I correct. A pause. “And sloppy.” His lips curve slightly. “It's almost over." Because desperate things? They make mistakes. And mistakes? They get caught. I look back once. “He’s running out of places to hide,” I say quietly.

She stumbled yet again, but there was no opportunity to dwell on the pain. ... 10 minutes later. She desperately tried to assess her situation and found herself trapped with no clear exit, and the air was musty, humid, filled with a pervasive silence, but she moved on, looking for a way out. As she desperately searched for a means of escape, fear tightened its grip on her when her hands touched the jagged stone walls, and no matter which way she looked, she was met with an unending void of darkness and the chill of solid rock. As she made her way through the oppressive darkness, Delphine's heart raced, and her eyes desperately tried to adjust. She had never felt such overwhelming helplessnes

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.

I felt helpless and defeated, a hard lump stuck in my throat, restricting my airflow and making me dumb. I could see the desperation in Anthony’s eyes, I’m sure he had always been in agony in our marriage. That explained why he lived each day of his life comparing me to my best friend and wishing I looked like her. The world is indeed cruel! “Just sign the papers, Selina! You aren’t a bad person, but we weren’t just meant to be. I know I’m alive because of your dad’s kidney and I’m very sorry he died during the transplant. But that doesn’t mean I will spend each day of my life atoning for my failed kidneys.”

Mercy "Yes" I admitted, feeling guilty and ashamed, “what?” his overbearing voice startled me, I have never heard him use that that kind of tone before. I squeezed a forced smile and my eyes were darting everywhere but his eyes nervously. “ It makes sense now, I am just a fool, I am desperate for your love, and I missed all the signs, you showering me with kisses and all of the affection earlier its because you were thinking of him right?, you used me. While you were with me you imagined me as him didn’t you” his vision darkened, all his vitals were blowing steam, his anger surge forward, the way he held his head looks like he wanted nothing but to bash his head on the wall, " how desperate

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har