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I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

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But he went back with mom’s ashes instead. I have no idea why that happened or what was done at their so-called ‘ceremony’. All I know that thereafter, I drifted away from my him. He once used to be a lovable father though. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

Beep. He hung up. Then two texts popped up. [Your lies never end.] [If you won't apologize to Roxana, then take Luca and leave. My family doesn't want you here.] Even through the screen, he felt ice cold. How did I waste all those years just because he once said he loved me? I wiped my face. Couldn't even argue anymore. Just typed: [Luca's gone. We're at St. Mary's in Valea. Come. Once the funeral's over, we're done.]

She sent it. She made coffee. Zoe came down at seven thirty with the notebook and the look of someone who had checked the news before coming downstairs and had already assessed the landscape. “I read the administrator’s statement,” she said. “I know,” Bianca said. “Unfinished grief,” Zoe said. “Yes.” “He doesn’t understand what grief is,” Zoe said. “Grief is what you do with the shape that’s left when someone goes. The framework is the shape. The grief is finished. The shape is what stays.”

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

His face turned pale, he was breathless and with a thud, he plunged to the floor. On seeing him falling his secretary ran towards him and simultaneously called for an ambulance and Sujata. When they reach there he is declared dead. She was shocked on hearing this. Not a single drop of tear came from her eyes. She was dismayed. Suddenly she felt that someone was shaking her. She opened her eyes to find her best friend Naman standing there with teary eyes (Naman is an orphan who was brought up byMr Khurana). "Are you ok, uncle is no more."

Finally, he pressed the phone against his chest as if he could steal back a fraction of her lingering warmth. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he had lost his red rose forever. The most dazzling rose that had once bloomed wildly in his life was shattered by his own hands. But perhaps… this was his ultimate fate. Vincent would spend the rest of his days drowning in solitude and longing, paying penance for a sin that could never, ever be washed clean.

A few days later, I went to the detention center with my lawyer. Verna was curled up in a corner in the cell. Her eyes were hollow and unfocused as she constantly muttered to herself, "My baby… I'm sorry… Craig, give me back my baby…" She was completely shattered by the grief of losing her child and Craig's betrayal. She had lost her mind, laughing one moment and crying the next. She no longer had any trace of the gentle facade she once wore.

I had been used to it. By now, Blake was wrapped up in his fairy-tale wedding with his first love, Megan Burns, and had no time to say goodbye to my father. His heart had long since drifted, so requesting his presence was meaningless. In fact, we were better off without him. I didn't want him to appear and taint the memorial. As the coffin was lowered into the earth, the weight of loss crushed me. The man who'd loved me unconditionally was gone. Staring at his photo on the tombstone, I couldn't hold it together any longer. My knees hit the cold ground, and a wail tore from my throat, raw and unstoppable.