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She raised her eyebrows at me. "Nothing. I'm watching TV. You see?" "Well, I can't see that you are watching TV because your eyes are looking at the chips." "What? Ugh, whatever. What is it?" "Jeez. Anyway, I already found a song that we will be going to perform tomorrow. Here, listen to this." She says and plays the song. /I don't wanna go another day So, I'm telling you what is on my mind Seems like everybody's breaking up

He said cockily. "Cut it out with the name!" I swatted him on the shoulder. "Okay." He raised his arms in surrender."Should we play riddles again?" "Hell no," I took a right turn. "You're boring," he flipped on the the radio and One Direction's You and I came on. You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me.

🎼You say you hate me, then you say you love me too 🎼 🎼Please baby, can you make up your mind🎼 🎼You say you want me, then you say you don't 🎼 🎼Ohh baby, I don't understand anymore 🎼. 🎼You said you need me, then you said you don't anymore 🎼. 🎼Ohh baby please, can you tell me what you want 🎼. 🎼 I'm getting confused, with your different sides🎼. 🎼Today you are cold, and the next you are warm🎼. 🎼What do I make of this, what do I get from this🎼. 🎼Ohh have tried, but still can't put a tag on this🎼.

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

Everlyn opened the message. “Interesting.”Everlyn typed back.“You didn’t expect this.“No.”Clara answered.Another message followed immediately.“That’s why it matters.”Everlyn stared at the words.Jesse noticed and asked her,“What did she say?”Everlyn lowered the phone slowly.“She thinks unpredictability is progress.”Liora considered that for a moment.“Maybe she’s right.”Marcus looked uncertain.“Or maybe unpredictability just delays collapse.”Everlyn walked back toward the window.Toward the city lights stretching endlessly below.

When they entered me—together—something unholy and beautiful snapped into place. Our magic ignited. Power flooded the room—rippling out in a wave that cracked stone and made the world pause. Flame, moonlight, saltwater. We weren’t just bonded now. We were one. And when we shattered together, screaming each other’s names, it felt like a promise to the stars themselves: Try to tear us apart again. We dare you.

If I ask you to hold me tight Through a cold, dark night 'Cause there maybe a cloudy day in sight And I need to let you know that I might be needing your love Oh oh, woah woah, woah woah And what I'm tryin' to say isn't really new It's just the things that happen to me When I'm reminded of you Like when I hear your name Or see a place that you've been Or see a picture of your grin Or pass a house that you've been in one time or another It sets off something in me, I can't explain

“It was.” He hesitated, then reached for my hand. “If you ever want to hang out again, no pressure, just text me. I’m good company, I promise.” “I’ll think about it,” I teased. He grinned. “I’ll take that as a maybe.” I watched him drive away, standing there for a moment, my heart caught somewhere between confusion and something dangerously close to guilt. I turned toward the house, the sun dipping low behind it, painting everything gold. My hand was on the doorknob when I heard it—a voice behind me, low and familiar, laced with disbelief and something dark.

I know everyone is talking about what happened yesterday and I know, they will continue to talk about it until the next big thing happens. When I make my way to my locker, and when I put in the code and once its open, there is a loud pop and suddenly, I feel cold and wet, and I am covered in something cold and sticky. When I look down at myself, I am covered in. I don’t know what the hell this crap is, but it is horrible, it smells awful and its so sticky.

Did not she have trust in me? As night fell, lights from the rides glowed golden and gaudy, shadows long and stretching. The laughter around us sounded far away, hollow, like echoes in a cave. I sensed her arm slip from mine, her steps growing quieter. I wanted to pull her back, tell her it was nothing, but the fear – of losing her, of being misunderstood – weighed heavy. The world felt too loud and fragile all at once. And there, under blinking neon stars and carnival music, I realized: maybe some predictions are seeds—planted, waiting to root deep into the heart.