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The elevator doors opened. I walked out quickly. Behind me, Ethan's low, urgent voice called, "Sophie." I did not hesitate. I did not stop. I kept walking until I escaped the crowd. Only then did the tears come. All the hurt and resentment I had pressed down surged up at once. At fourteen, I learned that my mother was in the ICU after trying to kill herself, and that my father had another woman outside our family. I had been lost and terrified.

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she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

It made me want to mess with her again. "Hey," I smiled sweetly. "I didn't get to finish telling you about the book." I leaned back into the fountain, my back pressing into the cold hard marble there as I got comfortable. "I'm telling you, it's gonna blow you away... just like in this one chapter one of the character's accidentally lands on a hand grenade and BOOOM he just goes up in a spray of blood and body parts and brain matter-" "M-my apologies, Miss Huxley," she squeaked, cutting me off, as she held the tray against her chest like a shield. "I really must get back to work. P-perhaps another time."

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“Pai, I know what I am doing, okay? I can only give my best if I know you are safe and healthy, and Nana must accept that. She is the one who told me to believe in myself more and right now my gut instinct is telling me that this is the time to act. Time to lay down some ground rules, have a plan on what the next move should be..” Pai swallowed, shook his head. It was beyond him to understand what Siri was trying to achieve. He was a simple minded person after all. He was happy just to have Siri by his side in these small moments, even if it was just for a short while. He was happy just knowing that Siri was his, no matter what he had to do in life. He was happy..happy being like this, being

This time, I would not give in again. I opened the workbook. My pen scratched across the paper. Downstairs, Jace was still waiting like a fool. In his head, he kept cursing. “Damn it, when did this girl get so hard to deal with? She ditched me just for a stray dog? Whatever. As long as she is not going out to study, it’s fine. Her brain is useless anyway.” He had no idea that on the second floor, behind the curtain, I was solving the hardest math problems while eating the takeout he had paid for.

While I said I loved him, he was already half a world away. Only when he lost me completely did he finally realize my worth. Jason spent an entire afternoon rummaging through a garbage station, searching for the things I threw away piece by piece. But too much time passed; everything was already disposed of. The only thing he managed to recover was a diary. In it, my twenty-something self wrote one simple line. "Jason is so silly. He really thinks I'd crash a wedding. If he can be happy, I'd absolutely bless him. Fool."

Atomic Habits by James Clear. I finished the first chapter before my alarm finally rang. I turned it off, sat up, and wrote down the lessons I learnt from the chapter. It's just the first chapter and I've written half a page full of lessons. All I wanted to do was just lie in bed and read the book all day, but I have things to do. I reluctantly roll out of bed, brush my teeth, wash my face, do my skin care, and change into my yoga clothes, moving with practiced ease.

My breathing grew heavier as my hand moved again, no longer holding back as I squeezed firmly. Sometimes my grip tightened, sinking into the soft warmth beneath my palm. Phoebe's body reacted to my grip, her hips tensing slightly. Watching her breathing grow uneven only made me more impatient. At that moment, my mind held only one thought: I wanted something even more thrilling. Desire had completely overwhelmed reason, and my courage grew with it. I grabbed the edge of Phoebe's stockings, trying to pull them down. That finally startled her. "Don't…" She quickly reached back to stop me, preventing me from going any further.