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Now, I watched as James got out of the car and carried Claudia in his arms, walking toward the villa. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm as I pulled out my phone and took a picture—evidence of their betrayal. The female cab driver sighed. "Men—they just can't stay loyal. Just turn a blind eye, lady. It's pass." I lowered my gaze, silent. Why should I be the one to tolerate this? I unlocked my phone and booked an appointment for an abortion the next day.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

at the s for you to your to your to your to your to your to your to your you to your to your to your to your to your to your to your to your to your to your she to your to your to His eyes were as beautiful as those of Mateo, like exactly the same eyes that I sometimes wondered if I was staring at those of Mateo. I refused to let tears slide down my cheeks, not anymore. I can't keep making myself a slave and a weak, helpless girl. I won't do tears again because it makes me feel so weak inside of me. Although sometimes I wish I could better shed those tears, there are days when it feels like my heart has been ripped from my chest due to the pains I have held within it. all thanks to Apple Mus

I can’t see our mate this way. How do I fix it? I can’t take it back. You know how…..we can do it together. I feel tears start to fall, and I close my eyes as tight as possible to keep them at bay. I don’t want these fuckers to see the impact she has on me. I slowly open my eyes and look at Nona. She is still on the ground, but instead of violently sobbing, she’s silently crying.

I glanced at Albert, smiled, and laughed at both of them as I listened to the lyrics. 'In your eyes, I can see my dream's reflections...In your eyes, found the answers to my questions...In your eyes, I can see the reasons why our love's alive...In your eyes, we're drifting safely back to shore... And I think I've finally learned to love you more

he interrupts me, "Shh, baby. Close your eyes. " "No, I can't. I can't do that. " I stammer and he says, "You need to close your eyes, baby. " "I can't, " I choke on my words. "I— I can't. Please, don't make me close them. Don't make me look away. You'll leave. You'll leave me again if I close them; please don't make me do that. "

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited

I giggle "You are really bad at this" 'Cause, it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you Just say I do Tell me right now, baby Tell me right now, baby, baby Just say I do Tell me right now, baby Tell me right now, baby, baby, oh It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you The song was finally over, he takes my hand, I could feel his hot breath on my face, my hands go down, I can tell he

Without her scent or the steady rhythm of her breathing, sleep was a lost cause. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the final, icy look Jocelyn gave me as she got into that car. The pain in my chest was so heavy that it felt like a physical weight, making every breath a struggle. "Shawn? Shawn!" Kristine was suddenly standing in front of me, holding a glass of wine. It took her several tries to snap me out of my trance. "What's going on in that head of yours? It's my big day. You don't get to skip out on the toast."

His eyes then fell on the cashmere blanket on my lap. I had left the blanket in the car a few days ago so that I could cover my legs. "Anna," he suddenly called out to me. "Let Linda use the blanket for a bit. She's freezing." I turned to look at him. It was quite dim in the car, and the streetlights flashed across his handsome face every few seconds. His expression was quite neutral and natural, as though it was just a very simple and normal request—one that was selfless, open, and honest.