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The tears run freely as I let out the muffled cry I’ve been holding in as I heard another bang of the front door. ‘It’s best I’m alone, it’s what’s always best for me’ I tried calming myself down as the pain came rolling in. Every single thing I went through came back like a flash just because I loved someone. I don’t hold anything against Tristan but truly he deserves better. He can’t be with me, not with someone that keeps taking him back and front and doesn't know how to move on. Someone who doesn’t want to let go and give her trust to anyone ever again.

Emma paused to let the words sink in before continuing. “That decision caused so much pain—you, your daughter almost taking her own life, you shattered and drowning in tears. And him? Maybe he was happy for a time. Maybe for a few years. But in the end, his so-called great love turned into a bad love, full of betrayals, mistreatment, and infidelities—from both of them. What happened to that so-called love that destroyed you? It self-destructed. “Now, do you understand what I’m saying?”

It was a devastating blow to my faith in our relationship, a realization that shattered the foundation upon which our love had been built. The tears streamed down my face, an outward expression of the pain and anguish that consumed me. I felt a profound sense of loss, mourning not only for the love I thought we had, but for the person I had believed Macro to be. The depth of his deceit left an indelible mark on my heart, eroding the trust I had placed so wholeheartedly in him.

She hoped it was an ex, jealous that Ethan had moved on. Shy_Lily: So, why do you say he doesn’t love me? Notyour_emma: Ethan has a hair fetish. He doesn’t fall in love with a person; he falls in love with their hair and then gets obsessed with the person. Lily couldn’t believe the words on her screen. Before she could comprehend and accept the first text, two pictures from the user appeared in the message box. The first picture was of a beautiful young girl around Ethan’s age with long, golden blonde wavy hair reaching her waist. Her hair exactly like hers.

"If mean makes a fine gentleman like him, it shall make me a fine lady too!" She replies to Luciano with her sassy voice. Luciano has changed. The shy, timid Luciano has changed. How on Earth can a shy boy turn into someone like this? She doesn't hate the present Luciano. But she do miss the little Luciano used to play with her without talking back. She sighs a little bit. Then a question pops up in her head. If Luciano has changed this much… Will Ray change too? Luciano said that if she's surprised by his changing then wait until she meets Ray.

saying he left. Entering his study room, he sat on the chair, thinking if what he did was right or not. "I did the right thing!" he mumbled. "you can't do this to me!" Haya barged into his study and yelled. "why can't I?" He asked. " I apologized for everything I did, then why are you doing this?!" she slammed the papers on the table. "When I loved you, my feelings were Unrequited and now I want you to feel the same. Before my love was unrequited and now your love is unrequited" He said.

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Sumico guffawed jovially and exultantly. “Of course… Why not? I can gather again, can obtain again all those wealth as well as luxuries, but your love, care, affection and sincerity is the only precious and valuable thing I can’t have again once I lose it. So, I don’t wanna lose it. We’ll run away from here if there’s nobody understanding our love, care and affection towards each other. They can’t put us apart; they’re not going to separate us; they’re not going to get us.”

"She is a wisp of smoke in the fires of eternity, not a slow burning ember as I" Child or not, he felt joy for the first time since he'd lost Sil, and it felt strangely like infidelity. How dare he even dream of another woman, even entertain the inkling of the possibility of companionship. His soulmate, his dear, perfect girl had disappeared without a trace. He was to blame, he and his his misguided, naive decisions to work magic he did not understand. It had seemed so innocent, so perfect. He had greatly underestimated its power, how its tendrils would infect the very core of his being. He had lost everything. Even his Immortal soul, safely contained outside his body, had become foreign t