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The only thing I could think of was, "Just how rich is this director!? Anyone would be sleeping on the streets if they gave away that much money!" The place was insanely beautiful and it seemed like something out of a fantasy. At this point, I couldn't imagine anything that wouldn't be possible by the so - called 'director'. Just when I was lost in my thoughts, I heard Hazel's voice calling out to me. But it sounded more like a scream— "Aahh! Are you trying to kill me, you idiot!?!" I snapped back into reality and notices that I was so drawn by it's beauty that I unknowingly kept pushing the wheelchair forward and forward until it was at the edge of the pond. I lost the grip on the rubber ha

I pull onto the highway with ten men's cum between my legs and Reaper's leather cut on my shoulders and a Friday promise I already know I'll keep. The woman who broke down on Route 9 tonight is gone. The one driving home has beer on her skin and bruises on her hips and a week to kill before Friday. I press the gas. The sign shrinks in the mirror. I'm already counting the days.

“You loved him once. Doesn’t it hurt to see him end like this?” I put down my pen and looked at him. “Michael. If you throw away a beautiful poison ring, you might still miss the beauty of it.” He looked at me. Confused. “But when you kick a rock off your path, you don’t look back. You just feel glad the road is clearer.” Understanding dawned on Michael’s face. “So Alessandro. To you. He was…” “Just a rock in the road.” I smiled. “And my road goes on.”

"You love destruction, don't you? Well, I'll show you what destruction is." The entire room fell into an eerie silence. Gasps erupted from the crowd as all eyes turned to the dark-circled, haggard Vincent. "Is this… real?" A reporter raised their camera. At last, I turned my wheelchair around to face him. "Long time no see, Mr. Hawthorn."

Just us. As laughter and music swelled around them, the camera of memory captured the moment of four hearts, once fractured, now mended. Not perfect. But whole. Because sometimes, the night didn't end in darkness. Sometimes, it ended in light. And that was enough.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.