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Amara’s POV Heartbreak does strange things to people. Some cry into tubs of ice cream. Some stalk I*******m feeds like masochists, staring at pictures of people they’ll never be. Me? I buried myself in work. If Damian Cruz thought one kiss—one cruel dismissal—was going to unravel me, then he didn’t know who he was dealing with. So when he dropped yet another stack of files onto my desk that morning, lips curved in that infuriatingly calm way, I didn’t flinch.

Dripping with cum. Ruined.

The word tasted like venom. It was only now, standing on the edge of this moment, that I realized just how desperately I didn’t want this. The dread pressed on my chest until every breath felt like a battle. Yesterday, I had drowned in tears over Kavian’s betrayal, the bitter taste of deceit choking me until I could barely think of anything else. But that grief had almost been a distraction. Now, with the hours spent and the sun rising to mark my fate, I remembered that there was something far worse than heartbreak awaiting me.

After a long and boring biology class, we finally went out of school and headed to our usual café. "An iced latte for me," I told the guy behind the counter. "And a cappuccino for me." My friend said shyly. Damian has a crush on him but he's too shy to make the first step. He never had a real conversation with him actually. "So, now tell me what happened!" He said impatiently. I told him everything while drinking my coffee, he was just listening to me. I liked it about him, he always listens. "Whoa! That's great!" he exclaimed. I couldn't believe how excited the situation made him when it made me totally confused. "You said that your dream was to become a singer. It's your chance, Juliette!"

Probably shouldn’t have done that, she thought fuzzily. She wasn’t one of them. She didn’t have the same werewolf tolerance. Her head spun faster as loud music thudded through the speakers. She caught snippets of a nearby conversation — something about promises. The word slammed into her chest. Promise. Drake had promised Daisy he would never leave. And he still married someone else. Jo’s heart cracked all over again. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Choking on emotions she couldn’t contain, Jo bolted out of the feast. *

I swam down, down, eyes open, my tears getting lost in the water, and when I couldn’t contain it anymore, I screamed. My cry vibrated through the water. It went on and on as his voice, his touch, his words, replayed over and over in my head. I screamed over and over again. I screamed for my loss, my heartbreak. I screamed for the way I needed to hear Drake say he would stay but how I couldn’t promise the same. I screamed for Drake, saddled with a disaster like me. I screamed to the Goddess for doing this to the both of us. I screamed at myself for being so afraid.

Ella didn’t look like herself for one she looked unkempt . “ I just wanted to end whatever relationship we got going on “ Immediately the words left James’s mouth Ella’s face became twisted, her lips Trembled as if about to cry but at the same time trying hard to hold herself

i asked and he nods before leaving —---- “You look horrible” frank said as i walked in “I feel horrible too” i slumped on the sit beside him “I got you ice cream” he placed it on the table “Thank you” i said picking-up the spoon and taking a huge scoop “Wanna talk about it” i stared at him i sighed “I had a dream” i said recalling how i woke up feeling breathless The rage in Damian eyes The fear that engulfed me “What was it about” “Mr Rodriguez was trying to kill me”

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

Hailey: You better don’t keep me waiting, I'm almost at your house. Chloe smiled at the text and then she shook her head. Hailey sure was interested in the ice cream Zach promised. She knew she had a crush on him, and hoped that it wasn’t something serious, because she couldn't become some "you don’t have to cry anymore” kind of friend. She sighed as she typed her response. Chloe: I just got out of the shower. Shouldn't you come upstairs to come to help me out, or do you prefer I look like a spider?