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At my flushed, tear-streaked face. At the clamps still biting, at the way my chest heaved with every ragged breath, His voice came quiet, almost tender, “Look at you, All this fight… and your body keeps begging me to break it more… I hope you learn not to ever forget that I own you.”

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.

Edrick “What if I fall in love with someone someday?” Moana asked, her green eyes full of fire and fury. “What then?” I froze at her words. My eyes widened as what she said settled in fully, and already I felt a little bit of anger and jealousy beginning to bubble up inside of me.

I tried to remember, it was a song from a movie, an animation movie, I think the name was Moana, they kept singing it constantly. I smiled when it came back to my head "I have crossed the horizon to find you, I know your name". The cool breeze brushed past us slowly cooling the environment, she stopped struggling and just stared at me, her eyes were still red. "They have stolen the heart from inside you, but this does not define you." I slowly let go of her neck and place my hand on her head then smooth it, I had to adjust a bit so as not to hurt her, she was transforming slowly.

She tries explaining but is cut off by another question from Kendrick through grited teeth. "Can you tell me, why she hasn't answered us?, the villagers and i pray every morning to her, but yet, it seems we waste our time." "It's not like you are being forsaken!." Myra glares at him, she battles her own tears and tries to hide her anger. She is aware of the consequences if she lets her anger out. Kendrick stares at her in disgust. "Where was the moon goddess, when Zaria took over?" His rage is visible, it is like a boiling furnace. "Where was she when my parents, little sister and brother where taken in as slaves?"

They came together, quiet and intense, holding on like the world outside the apartment didn’t exist. Afterward, Zach stayed inside him for a long moment, pressing soft kisses to Noah’s temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “We’ll get through this,” Zach whispered. Noah closed his eyes and let himself believe it. Zach’s phone lit up on Noah’s nightstand with a name that made both of them freeze… interrupting the peaceful moment. Mom.

“You deserve to find love and happiness.” Ryan rested his head against her shoulder, melting into her warmth. His heart was beating so hard he wondered if she could hear it - if she knew what it sang. ‘How could I find happiness elsewhere when you’re still my person?’ He held on tighter, burying his face into the crook of her neck. I’d still choose you over death if you chose me too.’ “I guess I’m not the only one living with trauma,” Valery murmured, her voice slicing cleanly through the hush.

’ But I’m sorry for… My heart begins to thump rapidly. I should just rush to the middle and kneel right? And apologize… Dammit. Ethan isn’t even here to save me. I woke up so late, he’d have gone to work already. ‘What if they murder me and throw my body away in the bush?…’ I’m far away from home, there’s no one to bury my body properly here… I break out in cold sweats and rub my palms together subconsciously. Just as I’m contemplating on what to do, Moana speaks. “Good morning, Ma’am.”

We look at each other—me, Maeve, Win, Dougal. We’re not close. Not really. But right now, we’re a unit. A weapon. We nod. No words needed. We stand shoulder to shoulder, arms raised, palms toward the gate. Together, we speak the ancient prayer: “Gēta hoyi kibirihini bet’elati layi āwit’a.” (Lord, release your glorious power against the enemy.) Power builds between us. Light and wind and thunder. The gate begins to tremble, resisting us.

"Shut up!" Alice was stunned. She clutched her cheek, staring at her mother in disbelief. "Mom?" "Don't call me that! I'm not your mother!" Cassandra slammed a DNA report down in front of her.