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He whispered in my ear, "Looks like our daughter inherited your artistic genes." I couldn't help but smile. "She'll definitely be an artist when she grows up." "A cream artist?" We both burst out laughing. Just then, Matilda toddled over and smeared snowy white cream on our faces. Outside, the setting sun dipped low, painting the sky with magnificent shades of orange. Ethan lowered his head and planted a cream-scented kiss on my forehead, whispering, "The next birthday, we should give her a playmate." I laughed, brushing his hand away, and replied with a kiss of my own.

When he finally reached the garden, nothing remained. Dread knelt before the white flower on the ground, his tears falling onto the petals. “You forgot to take me with you,” he whispered, the sorrow in his voice like a prayer. His tears soaked into one of the petals as he spoke again, “In life or death...Dread will always be with Petal.” In that moment, he disappeared into the tear drop on the petal, sacrificing himself to bring her back under heaven’s gaze. That tear remained on the Petal, a silent promise that endured for nine hundred years.

I didn't reply to the message from my girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher. My eyes were locked on the photo. I knew that car-interior decoration all too well. It was the gift I had given Sienna after her promotion. In the passenger-side glove compartment hung the lucky charm I had personally gotten for her. I tapped the unfamiliar account's profile and opened its playlist. The pinned playlist was titled "Belated Love". The description read, "You're the joy I waited for and the only one I'll ever need for the rest of my life."

She had grown accustomed to my presence—my quiet care, attentive concern, the way I watched over her. She only used revenge as an excuse to keep me near. She had truly fallen in love with me, but for the sake of pride, she refused to admit she had fallen for someone ten years younger than herself. She chose to be wrong, again and again. All night long, Ellis drifted in and out of restless dreams. When she finally woke, she discovered she was all alone in the villa. She watched the wedding livestream over and over again. Tears slid down her face as she finally picked up the phone.

Elaine’s face looks so bright when she opened her eyes. I pulled her near for the second time. I really want to spend more time with her, but just like that, time wasn’t on my our side. My body withered into white petals before I knew it, also causing the confused Elaine to blink in surprise. “Elaine!” I grabbed one of her hand and hastily kissed it. “I know you will forget it when we get back to the real world but…” My fingers turned into white petals, almost letting go of her hand. “…I want you to know that I love you and,”

he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. Mariah, her heart breaking but her love unwavering, replied, "I love you too, Adam, always. Promise me you'll come back to me once everything's over." "I promise," Adam replied knowing very well that they might not be able to see each other again, that he won't be alive to see his love's face again, to see Mariah again. It was a goodbye that echoed with the weight of their love, a moment they would carry with them as they embarked on separate paths. With one last lingering look, Mariah turned and followed Pete out the door, leaving Adam standing on the staircase, his heart heavy but his resolve unbroken.

The last time, the last chance to be with her in this final hours. After the clock struck twelve today, she would go and never come back. With the passing of time, she would fade into a distant memory. Years from now, she would be a thing of the past. But inside this canvas, she stayed and would never go away. Inside this canvas she would never be far. He would always have a piece of her with him. And it would be enough, it should be enough. He stared at the blue asters in the vase, their petals shriveled up and dry. That was this infatuation supposed to be eventually. Just like these flowers, their beauty lasting for a very short time, soon it would be withered and dead before the season ch

With that, I felt the warmth flowing down my cheeks. He's gone. It's over. I said as I started to cry. "I just love you too damn much, playboy." That will never change. I love you, always. Goodbye. ---THE END OF MUST DATE THE PLAYBOY--- Background Music: Love's To Blame by Joel & Luke. Hope I can hear from you soon. Please follow me on twitter and F******k so that we can interact. Thank you! =) F******K FANPAGE = Notjustarandomgirl

"DON'T MIND OTHER PEOPLE JUDGEMENT BE YOURSELF UNTIL THE END," FROM ME. TO YOU. Cian Xia snatched it and clutched it tightly in his hand for one second. He opened his palm and looked at the flowers. His eyes glowed with loneliness, sadness, bitterness, and shattered innocence. The petals he holds in his hand have deforested, and their beauty has deteriorated. He truly despises how fragile and frail it is.

"You betrayed everyone, Ethan. You let your thirst for revenge put you to this pain you brought upon me and yourself. I loved you, Ethan, I loved you genuinely.” I wiped my tears and said boldly. “But not anymore. I hate you so much that if I were to hold a gun I would kill you myself." As I spoke, a bitter taste laid on my tongue. The fact that the man I had formerly loved had orchestrated a crooked game of manipulation and dishonesty left scars that ran deeper than any physical crack. "You destroyed everything, Ethan. I can not forgive you for that."