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His son was still a part of her family and it pained her so much that no one cared to make it possible for him to attend his grandfather’s funeral. A church chorister led the mourners in singing one last hymn. When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll, Whatever my lord thou has made me to say It well, it is well with my soul, As they sang the chorus, Becky was grabbed and shaken by grief. It wasn’t really that well with her soul. Hers was troubled. How could this happen? How could the good L be so untimely? This was the time she needed her father the most. The pastor offered the last prayer and then the crowd dispersed in all directions.

The uproar from the crowd grew louder and louder. Hayden's hesitant expression gradually turned firm. Just then, Ethan took out the divorce papers he had prepared earlier and threw them in my face. "Sign it! I don't have a wife like you! Your actions today make you unworthy of the Blackwood family! From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other! Your parents treated me like their own son while they were alive. I'll handle their funerals. You don't need to worry about it!"

He whispered I just stare at him while he was busy watching the water fountain. "Stop staring at me, you know what, I wanted to pass to the bridge of the afterlife but I can't, why? Because my heart is still stuck in your life if you keep on locking me inside your life I will never pass that bridge, I need you to let go of me, I need you to forgive yourself if you will never forgive yourself I will never be happy, my aunt is waiting for me at the edge of that bridge"

His aunts and other relatives laughed heartily until I reached Julian at the altar, with music surrounding us. He looked at me, and suddenly, tears welled up and spilled down his face. He quickly covered his eyes with his hand, bowing his head so I wouldn't see. His aunts’ and grandmother’s eyes also reddened. I stepped forward and gently embraced him. My dad looked on, exasperated. "Brat, what are you crying for? I didn't even cry when it’s my precious daughter who’s getting married.” Julian wiped his tears and looked up.

Afraid of upsetting their eldest daughter, they had chosen to overlook the youngest. And yet, their eldest daughter—Abby—was nothing like the fragile, gentle soul she appeared to be. She was a black-hearted woman. Breaking the silence, Abby spoke. "Mom, Dad, Jack—Jess is gone, and that's that. But our lives must go on." She reached out, intending to take Jack's hand, but the moment their eyes met, she froze. His gaze was icy. "Jack, why are you looking at me like that? Today is our wedding day. Let's go back and finish the ceremony, okay?"

Verse 1 Ako'y naglalakbay at ika'y nakita Pinagmasdan ang 'yong mga mata Sa iyong gandang taglay ako'y nabihag. As Lory listened to Greg sing, tears seemed to form in her eyes. All she can see is blurred vision. She was crying because it was her Mother's song to her Father. The song that made them grow stronger. Lory didn't expect Greg to play this. She herself can't even play this song because the girl cries every time she hears it. He also didn’t do it after he finished singing. He could feel the weight of the song’s meaning

She just smiled softly, without a trace of warmth. There was a bit of provocation in that smile, and even more pride. She had won so completely. She deserved to be proud. Kayla reached out to open the gift box on the table. "Let's all have some cake." Unexpectedly, Lawrence, who had been calm throughout the negotiations, rushed to stop her. "Don't. You're allergic to peanut butter. Let me check it first." At that moment, the scene in front of me turned into sharp blades, tearing straight through me.

"I drive past that empty house sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever see you again. If you'll ever see me again. The lump in my throat is enough for me to turn around but I wish you'd see me somewhere and be brave enough to call out my name. The goodbye I didn't get to say lays crumpled up in a letter and in the texts I haven't sent to you. The agony of knowing you lay in someone's arms like you did in mine, is enough for me to have blinked my eyes clear of this fog.

"Serena! I'm sorry! I know I screwed up! Give me another chance—just one more! I beg you!" The neighbors had come out to see what the commotion was about, whispering among themselves. I leaned against the door, closing my eyes. The tears I'd been holding back finally cascaded down my cheeks, not because I was moved, but because of grief. I grieved for our eight-year relationship, for all that we'd been through, only to end up this way. I grieved for the love I'd poured into this person, only to walk away full of hurt and scars.

All of us stand up and start singing, " Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found Was blind but now I see Was Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that Grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and snares We have already come T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far And Grace will lead us home And Grace will lead us home Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind but now I see Was blind, but now I see. "Samantha black would like to say a few words before we all leave for the burial of Iris Collins." I stan