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No fucking way. I let go of the bars, ignoring the raw skin left behind. “How do you know him?” My voice snarls. “Knew him,” Lenora interrupts, “He’s the victim at the end of the hall.” I snap my head to her, then back to Randall, “How do you know him, Randall?”

“...You can call me Rae.” **** The End ****

“I know.” I let out a shaky laugh, closed my eyes, and leaned back against him, certain that he’d hold me there. I knew too. And I’d never doubt it again. The End

If anything, I found it faintly absurd. "Mr. Blackwood." My lips parted, and what came out was the most merciless thing I'd ever said. "Belated love is cheaper than dirt." "Do you really think you deserve mine?" I raised the window. "Drive." The black sedan pulled away. In the rearview mirror, I watched Dominic Blackwood sink to his knees in the freezing rain behind me. I thought that was the best ending our story could have. But then my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here for you. Where are you right now? I'm coming to get you." But that night, she never received another reply from me. The next second, my mother suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her whole body trembled as she turned back. "What did you say?!" But before her words could settle, the doors to the studio were suddenly pushed open. A man stepped inside, sweeping his gaze across everyone present before speaking in a firm, authoritative voice, "Which one of you is William Soros?"

That is the promise I will never forget. THE END

Like it already knows how this ends. ~~~

"Miss me, Kitten?" ~~~ THE END ~~~

Two soulmates who found each other in the end. Fin. (The End.)

It’s perfect. As the movie reaches its climax, with the main characters finally confessing their love for each other in a grand, over-the-top scene that’s both ridiculous and heartwarming, I can’t help but glance over at Esmarie again. She’s smiling. Really smiling. And in that moment, I knew I’d do anything to keep that smile on her face... as a friend of course. I’m not sure why I’m arguing with myself. I know where my priorities are. I just need to fuck someone else and my brain will go back to normal.