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The cards in front of us flipped themselves. Mine showed a dragon and a vampire embracing while the world burned behind them. The caption, in Thorne’s handwriting and my mother’s blood: Because love was never the safe choice. Thorne’s card mirrored it, but the caption was in my handwriting: Because I was tired of being afraid. Remy’s card: a coyote howling at a moon made of broken promises. Caption: Because someone had to keep laughing when the world ended. Celeste’s: a skateboard made of frozen blood, twin tails streaming like comet fire.

“But it’s hard… to let go. To forgive myself for what happened.” Sophia’s heart squeezed at the pain in his voice. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. “We’ve both made mistakes,” she said softly. “But the past doesn’t have to define us. We can move forward. Together.” The word hung between them, heavy with promise and uncertainty. Together. Could they really find a way to move beyond the betrayal, the secrets, and the guilt that had shaped their lives for so long?

I replied. "Oh hey." She said with a hint of excitement. "I miss you! Please come back." I pleaded. "Jack I, I can't. I miss you too it's just emotionally straining for me to be there with you purposely and continually hurting me. I seriously can't do it anymore. Jack I fucking love you and every time you hurt me your making me feel stupid for falling for you. As much as I want to be in your arms right now I just can't." She said with her voice getting shaky.

The shattered picture frames, once filled with the smiling faces of loved ones, now lay scattered like broken promises. As I navigated the wreckage, my mind raced with questions and a desperate longing for answers. The weight of these unanswered questions bore down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. With a heavy heart, I sank to my knees amidst the debris, my tears mingling with the dust and fragments of my shattered life. I clutched my chest, as if to physically hold myself together, while my mind grappled with the enormity of the situation.

London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!" "Wounded and afraid, he's become no more than a killer" "Run! They warned me!" London and Jackie: "Run! Run for your life!" "Give me a fucking break, can't you tell he needs emotional attention!" "Fuck society!" London and Jackie: "Society fucking sucks!" "Don't tell me what he's done, I will stay by his side 'till the sun dies!" The musical interlude with the guitar has my feet moving and my head bobbing. Soon I zoned out and was only me the music.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

The damage had been done, both literally and metaphorically. I looked at the shattered glass and scattered diamonds on the floor, the remnants of our once cherished portrait. It was a symbol of our love, a memento of our happiest moments. And now it lay in ruins, mirroring the shattered state of my heart. Tears streamed down my face as I continued, my voice trembling with raw emotion. "I gave you everything, Phoenix. My love, my trust, my heart. And this is how you repay me? With betrayal? With lies?"

His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me. His voice echoed in me and appeared like a two-edged sword used to slash not only my skin, but also my spirit and soul. I felt the sharp and overwhelming anguish course through me so badly that I flopped to the ground, groaning as the excruciating pain made it hard for me to scream. My wolf let out a painful howl as she limp and pant in heartbreak. I could feel her sadness, and it added to misery in me.

' I smile at them but when I looked at them the colour had been drained from their faces. **Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart - Cassandra Clare

I can bear to get hurt, but can't bear to see you hurt. All Hearts !!