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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.

“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.”

"I don't give girls flowers! I'll give you good wood tho-" I flew away from his body like it was on fire as soon as the familiar ringtone filled the room.

Roman had been good to me but it doesn't feel right to me to pay him withy body. "Sorry, I can't do this. I might do it later but not now." I found it hard to say it because I didn't want to offend Roman. "Well, you'll have to choose between doing this with my right now or going back to the prison. I could equally accuse you of theft or something like that." I couldn't believe that Roman could say something like that. It came as a surprise to me. ***** "Oh wow, you've got a tight womanhood, you'll make a great feast for me!" Luke said in a flirty manner as he seemed to care less about the persistent knock coming from the door. When it became very much loud to ignore, he yelled at the person.