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I stated instead. What the fuck? I slapped my palm on my forehead at my stupidity, and she just burst out laughing. I shook my head in disbelief. Why couldn’t I ever say anything romantic? She tells me I’m shaking her world, and I make some stupid comment about jacking off? What an idiot. “Sorry,” I muttered. She was still laughing underneath me. “Jace, you are too funny for words. I swear I haven’t laughed this much with a guy in,” she shook her head, “actually, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much with a guy.”

“Honestly, the lady is bad luck, terrible things keep happening around her. (Vomiting emoji)” “He should have just left her when he was given the chance to. Now he's caught up in her web, I don't feel any form of pity for him. The man wants her pussy so badly. (Laughing emoji)” “I laughed so hard my stomach began to hurt! Romeo and Juliet, indeed, isn't this so cute and motivating? (Laughing emoji)” “Guys, are they dead? I hope they are; this news is getting too boring. They should just die and let us rest. (Rolling eye emoji)”

“Tonight we faced our truths. Tomorrow, we face our choices. The cracks in this house are not a sign of failure—they are proof that we are alive, that we care enough to fight.” She smiled faintly, her eyes shimmering with tears. “And remember, laughter is part of healing. Don’t let the heaviness swallow it all.” At that moment, a small chuckle rose from Tshepo, spilling into Abby, then Mathapelo, and eventually the whole room. Even Aubrey’s children giggled, lightening the mood. Humor as a Lifeline Tshepo mimicked Abby’s exaggerated apology stance, hands clasped and head bowed, saying, “Forgive me, great sister-in-law, for my sins of… gambling and poor life choices!”

“It’s like she glows with this blue aura of despair. Makes me feel heavy, too. Like I’m carrying some of it without even asking for it.” I narrowed my eyes at both of them, my fork stabbing the air in defiance. “Oh, wonderful. My heartbreak is now a party trick for you two? You think it’s funny? Just because my baby’s father abandoned me, just because I feel like I’m clawing for air every second of the day, suddenly I’m entertainment? What’s next? You’ll crown me president of the Miserable People’s Club?” Their laughter rang out, loud and unrestrained. The sound should have been infectious. It should have pulled me in, cracked a smile, thawed me even for a moment. But instead, it hollowed me

“Jay. Don’t you dare laugh. I’m being serious.” “I know, I know,” I wheezed, still holding back a grin. “It’s just you have no idea how funny you look right now, like your brain’s trying to reboot itself.” But under the humor, my chest hurt. Because I didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. Not one that would make sense to him or to me.

"Wow. They really pulled out the literary knives for that one." I let the glass dangle from my fingers, swirling what was left in the bottom. Another comment popped up on the screen. "I heard she laughed at Vincent's funeral. How much did she make off his death?" My lips curled as I tapped at the screen, my heart hammering beneath my ribs. "Bitch, mind your fucking business." I took another drink. The burn was nothing compared to the ache screaming in my chest. Laughter bubbled up again. It cracked halfway through and turned into a sob.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

Too bad for the third person in the room, who seemed to be completely heart-shattered by his own beau. I let out light laughter at my own mean but light-hearted inner joke.

“If I choose the job, I obviously can’t go back to my mom, though?” It took her few seconds before she sighed. “Yeah, it makes sense. Sorry, I got it from p*******t and thought it was a cool quote.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. But failed miserably as she made an eye contact with me. I cracked up to the point she throws the sofa cushion right onto my face. “Shut up.” “It’s a cool quote, though.” “Fuck off.”

If you’re going to cry, it’s not because he hurt you, it’s because he made you happy and that’s what they called tears of joy. For the first time, he made me cry, and he hurt me this much. He said he doesn’t love me anymore, then fine! I’m not going to waste my precious time on someone like him, he’s not worth it so, I shouldn’t be crying to that jerk... but I can’t help it, all those years that we’ve been together, I can’t just forget those memories because I want to. Brain can forget, but the heart doesn’t.