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Not lifted. Commanded. The crown felt impossibly heavy. Like wearing centuries. Like wearing grief sharpened into metal. She could feel everything now. Every dead body in the crypt. Every shadow inside the palace walls. Every Hollowed creature moving through the city above. Every heartbeat. Including Cassian’s. Weak. Irregular. Fading. No. The Hollow Queen staggered backward toward the pit. Her silver eyes widened. “You chose separation.” “I chose myself.” “You cannot keep him alive and keep me buried.”

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

I’m frozen, sitting on the solid earth, disappearing into the dirt a few digits at a time. “Miserable wench! How dare you ridicule us!” Deadrick’s rampage continues, but I’m numbing to the words, the pain. Everything. There’s this hollow feeling in my chest. Like I’m filled with nothing but wind and darkness. Every deep breath I take whistles through this cavern within, and it grows until I fear I’ll be consumed completely. It’s a void, and the quiet is so tempting; I want to jump in. Deadrick’s rambling insults fizzle out to nothing.

He felt it—like a string pulled tight, trembling in the dark. She hadn’t awakened yet. But she had stepped into the Between. Not fully. Not completely. But enough to be seen. And now others would begin to notice. Not just the shadows. Not just the forgotten. But the ones who hated what she could become. Enemies of the Between. Keepers of the Hollow. He opened a second journal. One he had not touched in twenty years. The first page bore a single phrase: “If the Between opens, the Hollow will answer.” He closed the book and began preparing.

“You think I still have a heart left to keep? After all this? After being put through hell for months, then selling myself like this?” My wolf sighed softly, a sound like a mother comforting her grieving child, full of infinite patience and understanding. “Yes. It’s bruised. Bleeding. It’s been ravaged and tested beyond measure. But it’s still beating. And it still remembers who you are. And why you’re doing this. It remembers Eli’s laugh, Bia’s warmth, Mama’s stories. It remembers love, Ava, and that is its true power.” “I feel empty,” I confessed, the words a raw, painful truth. “I feel hollow. Like a shell.”

"Seems rather dramatic for corporate security." "The most valuable tools," she'd replied then, "are the ones you hope never to use." Now, she studied the blade with new purpose. Alex had given her something she'd never expected to find in her dangerous world: a heart that could break. And she would move heaven and earth—or tunnel through it with her bare hands—to reclaim it. As she turned back toward the collapsed tunnel, a new tremor shook the ground beneath her feet. Not an aftershock from the facility's destruction, but something else. Something worse.

It pulsed like a heartbeat against the cold lifelessness around us. Xareth walked toward it. My wolf finally receded, melting away into my bones, and I emerged once more, trembling, weak, every breath a battle. I had never felt this drained after retrieving a Heartstone. I felt hollowed out, like my soul had been scraped raw. But I forced myself upright, staggering to the side as my vision swam. Xareth stepped into the glowing hall and reached toward the source of the light. It wasn’t a weapon, or a jewel. It was a book.

"These feelings are so new to me, at times I feel them consume my whole being. Like they're suffocating me, and sometimes I just...I just feel empty." "It is normal for people with your condition to feel that way okay? It means you are capable of feeling, you are not as shallow as you think." "It was different with Fahad," she whispered slowly, but Hanifa caught on it. "How different?" "It was slow, peaceful, comforting and innocent." "And Aslan?" "I dunno," her shoulders sagged down in defeat. "It is confusing, mind-numbing, heart-consuming and toe-curling." "Toe-curling?" Hanifa bit her lip in an effort to quell her laughter. "You just said toe-curling," she howled out in laughter, wiping

she whispers, as she silently wept. ============================== Kei ran like a madman as he is dashing through the hospital's hallway where Uncle Onodera is confined. He received an emergency call from Aunt Francia, and she told him that the old man's condition has worsened due to the complications on his heart. He is now transferred to the Intensive Care Unit for observation. Uncle Onodera needs to have an open heart surgery as soon as possible, but he's still on a waiting list for heart donor recipients...

It’s clear to me that I have no intention of falling for him but why do I feel something’s wrong in my mind and why do I suddenly feel an emptiness in my heart as if I am missing someone in my life. I sadly gaze at my knee; I've observed that it has stopped bleeding, but it's still a little sore. I looked for a handkerchief in my coat pocket to cover my legs, but I think I misplaced it, so I panicked and hastily looked for the cufflink in it as well. I smiled when I touched it inside my pocket! I suddenly realized the scarf on my neck, maybe will help to stop me from trembling in cold. I put my hands on it and untied it from my neck.