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I chewed the chocolate as he marked another city with a red pen, the stubbing sound, filling the room. I popped another ball in my mouth. "How does it taste?" I stopped licking and looked at him. He was still gazing at the large map on the bed, writing down the population of the next place after cold Antarctica. "I don't know," I answered, and grudgingly passed the last ball in the pack to him, "You should find out." He chuckled and looked up from the pack to my face. He looked so pretty as he laughed and I couldn't lie about that.

Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest. "First question," he starts as Nathan hovers the wand above my stomach. "What's your full name?" What kind of question is that? I jump and let out a little scream when Nathan shocks my stomach with the wand. "You're answering too slowly," Marcus says. "Cole McCall," I answer quickly and Marcus nods. The wand is moved across my skin but instead of a painful shock it's a strange tingly feeling. "How old are you?" "18." "Good boy, that's better."

the little girl says “Ugh Treasure you’re no fun” Saturn says as she swirls around causing her to lose her footing and start to fall towards the edge of the cliff “SATURN NO” Treasure yells and I don’t know what comes over me because I rush out of the trees and when I realize I won’t catch her in time I pull some of earths magic and I send a rush of wind coming from under the girl which throws her back onto the dirt

In the end, the Kinsey family negotiated an agreement—sending him abroad forever in exchange for the charges being dropped. … A week later, my engagement to Jace went ahead as planned. That evening, while reviewing the gifts, I discovered an anonymous package. Inside was a signed transfer of assets from Wayne. A text message arrived at the same time, his farewell written in a single line. 'I'm sorry. Congratulations on your wedding.' I didn't reply. Instead, I donated everything he left to the children's charity.

That name crashed onto my head like a meteor hitting the ground. The world around me went blurry for a moment. I stepped forth and grabbed Tim's arm, clawing half a dozen creases on the fabric. My voice nearly cracked as I demanded, "Are you sure Cece can't talk? Is Zoe the only person who can help her?" A hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes. It was nearly imperceptible, but I saw it. Tim quickly gave the back of my hand a soothing caress. "I understand where you're coming from, but can you set your prejudice aside for Cece?"

I immediately rushed towards him and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from the flames that were still trying to eat its way through the cold soil. The sound of a Coal Smoker’s horn blaring wakes me up again. I take a few more breaths and continue to crawl through the baggage. Finally after going through hundreds of other dead Legionnaires baggage I finally see a pack with the words written on its side saying “Pack light, work right.” It was Riiger’s pack, I had finally found it. …

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.