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He turned towards his grandma, “But Nana, why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you let me know I don’t have to do this? Why didn’t you stop me, nana? Now look where we are! Nana..!” “Don’t put this on me! I asked you clearly..I asked you the night before the wedding, didn’t I? And what did you say? Tell me, Siri? Your exact words were ‘yes Nana. I’m ready’ Am I right Siri?” Siri could only swallow the lump in his throat and put his head down guiltily. “That was after I had always told you that I wouldn’t be disappointed if you didn’t go through with this! Hadn’t I told you this again and again over the months, Siri?”

"I'm the bride. I don't have to." "The bride has to do everything." Emma took the microphone. The screen lit up. The music started. It was a love song — slow and soft and full of words Emma had never said out loud. She sang. Her voice was quiet at first. Then it grew louder. She sang about the basement. About forgetting. About remembering. About a boy who held her hand and a man who waited twenty-five years. By the end of the song, everyone was crying. Emma set down the microphone.

I had to laugh a little. "Oh! Oh! Oooowhoooooa! ohhhhhh! ohhhhhh! ohhhhhh! Fuck I'm close. Fuck that's close. Fuck I'm fucking close!" She cried. "It's ok, baby. You can get there," I said, "I know you can. You want to cum, right? You need to cum. Come on baby. You can get there, baby." "Don't...don't call me that," Emma panted. "What?" I was surprised.

I tell them. I drag myself up to my room. I am still not over what happened to Emery. I blankly remove my clothes and put my jammies on. I crawl under the covers, and the tears start again. I can’t believe my best friend had to endure that. “What if…” I whisper. “No, stop right there. There is no what if. Emery is strong and was able to get away. You can’t focus on the what ifs, or they will drive you nuts.” Dylan tells me.

They sang separately, trading verses like two strangers telling the same story from opposite ends of a broken bridge. Emily: I know I'm not the only one Who’s felt the silence in your eyes But I still held on, like a fool To every almost, every lie Charles: I never meant to let you in But you slipped through like the tide Now I’m drowning in the memory Of the girl I couldn’t fight Together: So don’t say it’s over Not tonight Let me pretend just one more time That we were real That we were right Even if it’s just a lie As they sang, Emily’s mind flooded with memories…

Chapter fifty one Song recommendation : Tally by blackpink Lost. "Where are we going now ?? Huh? " Emily spoke after some minutes have passed from the shameful reminder that she was the one that drag them into the situation . But what else could she do? Micheal kept quiet and took the stick in his hand to separate the leaves that covered the path. Emily wanted to badly bit him on the neck , that she glanced up at since she couldn't reach his eye level . "Won't you talk ? " She drew her eyes together and sighed.

I chuckled, glancing at Christian as he was the first one to change it completely and he shrugged again without wiping off his trademark smirk on his face. "That's not what you said." I heard Emma whisper to me and I looked at her raising my eye brow. "And may I know what you said?" She glanced at me and shrugged looking down at her hands. "Just some lyrics of Taylor's song." "What is it?" I asked, stifling my laughter as I now realized why Hayden said that statement. "I'll tell you later." Emma muttered when everyone turned to be quiet and I groaned underneath my breath, whispering. "Atleast tell me which song you screamed into his ear."

“hmmm?? did I gain weight? I’ll check it out later.” Emilia took her time washing her hair and scrubbing her body clean. As she was rinsing her hair and body that was full of bubbles, she sings a song, “~I want you to pick me up~ pick me, pick me, pick me up~ pick me, pick me, pick me up~ pick me, pick me, pick me up~ I want you to pick me up~” Emilia turned off the shower and went to soak in the bathtub. She raised her hand up and stared at her fingers blending it with the ceiling and sang a song,

I didn’t judge him for it, it just wasn’t for me. “Rules are rules.” He dropped his head, handing the phone to me. I relaxed as soon as Glass Houses by Bad Omens blared from the speakers. It was like an instant drug for me. My body vibrated with the bass booming around me. “Your music taste is shit,” Emmet growled. I shrugged, ignoring him and getting lost in the lyrics. “You think we’re finally going to meet her tonight?” Emmet leaned his seat back, placing his hands behind his head, “I hope the fuck not. I don’t need one woman holding me down from the buffet.”

This time, it was clear that he was holding back a laugh. "You think this is funny?" I asked, feeling truly embarrassed for kissing him back. "I'm being real here! I was between your legs with clothes on, and you whispered that to-" "-just shut up okay?" I shakily said and left the shower. Honestly, with the way I dressed up, I was pretty sure that I had broken the fastest dresser record. "Remember our deal baby! I would like to do that again!" "Fuck you!" I shouted with my tie in my hands feeling uncomfortable in my trousers as I walked out, wishing I could lock him in.