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I whispered giving voice to my deepest fears. "Then they are dumber than bricks and don't deserve you anyway," Maggie said fiercely. I laughed through my tears just then because she sounded just like Mia. "Just think on it. Use the time at the cabin to think on it and remember we love you," Maggie said. She always reminds me of that before we hang up and it never fails to make me remember what it meant to be part of a real family. "Love you too," I said and hung up. I sat holding the phone for a while feeling all my energy draining out of me like water through a sieve. I decided for my safety and the safety of other drivers that the cabin could wait until tomorrow and headed to the bedroom i

I said with tears in my eyes. “"Hey, my friend, don't be such a cry baby," Gino remarked with a smile. "Remember, this is a celebration. We know that you will do the same thing that we did for you when we were the ones in trouble." Like Gino stated, we are celebrating, therefore we have been drinking till we are unable to control ourselves. Charlie and Clyde are swaying like they're in a bar together. They are giggling and dancing nonstop. Gino, Fred, and I were simply sitting and laughing as we watched the two.

He was laughing when I shoved him towards the bed and grabbed a couple of Xbox controllers, and my drink. "That was funny, you have to admit that," He said, chuckling, as I flipped him and continued mumble singing the lyrics to the song. "Give your soul to me, for eternity, release your life to begin another time with her! End your grief with me, there's another way, release your life and take your place inside the fire with her!" I sang as the song ended, with a slow sarcastic clap for Jack. "Technically, wouldn't it be 'him' in your case since your Hell-spawn?"

Luna opened her mouth to say something more, but I closed my eyes, signaling that I wasn't interested in hearing it. A moment later, the sound of soft sobbing filled the room. "Joseph, do you not love me anymore?"

White noise drowning the girl I was for thee,. You called me your flaws , a curse stitched to bone..., Said my love was a debt you no longer own,.. I’m a charity case with a graveyard of dreams,.. But even ghosts learn to scream, ... And I’m still breathing through the seams.... She got lost in it. Lost in her own head. The notes, the words, the ache behind them. She didn’t even notice the room going quiet. The guitars stopped. The humming stopped. One by one, people packed up. left without a word.

“See? I knew you had sass somewhere in there.” They packed light—phones, lip balm, house keys, and a bottle of red wine as their entry ticket. Christine grabbed her jacket while Ava slipped on her flats. As they stepped out into the evening air, Christine bumped her gently. “Tonight’s going to be good, Ava. You don’t have to dance. You don’t have to talk too much. Just... be.” Ava nodded, a little warmth blooming in her chest. Maybe she did need this. A soft night with old friends. Familiar faces. Laughter without pressure.

El said in a cold tone. "Hello wake up lunch is ready" El said but Nathan didn't wake up either. El got closer to Nathan and made sure nothing happened to Nathan. "Nathan, wake up," El said, there was no movement from Nathan as a sign that he heard Eleven. "Don't make fun of me, wake up Nathan!" When El touched Nathan, he opened his eyes and stared intently at El. "Don't touch me," Nathan said. "What? Are you crazy? I think you're the deaf one" El says.

What if I don't want something new? Geeze. I don't want to start a new chapter with anyone. I can just start a new chapter with you. I will never get tired starting a new one with you. Please. I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

I moaned. I ambled towards the back of the restaurant and glid through a hallway which flows into a large staircase that forms a main means of egress to the restaurant's roof top. I was walking unhurriedly like a snail and without agility. I was muttering amid tears, " he didn't love me. He doesn't love me. He didn't love me. He doesn't loves me." I repeated as if reciting a poem.

In my panic and desperation, I found myself hugging the leg of what appeared to be their boss, clinging to him like a child to a parent. "Don't leave me here! I'm afraid of ghosts!" I cried out, my voice muffled against his leg. The sight of those bodies, the reality of violent death, had shattered what little composure I had left. In my traumatized state, the dead men seemed like they might rise at any moment, seeking revenge on the living. "Fuck," the man cursed, rubbing his temples in obvious irritation. I didn't let go of his leg, my grip tightening with my fear.