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Embarrassed, I ask them to let me hear what they have so far. Closing my eyes, I let myself focus on each of their voices. I try my best to listen and isolate some of the problematic parts in the harmony, taking mental notes of each slightly wrong note. “Were we that bad?” “Huh?” Confused, I finally open my eyes only to see Liam’s pouting face, his lips pursed around the straw of his drink. “You’re scrunching your face like you ate something bad,” he continues, chewing at the straw as he brushes a stray piece of his red hair away from his forehead.

Alexia. "Are you okay?" Luis asked as she handed a mug of hot chocolate to me. I took it with both hands and blew at the brim lightly. "Yeah. I just have a bit of a headache." My voice was hoarse and my eyes were puffy and itchy from my lack of sleep and neverending stream of tears. I took a sip of the hot liquid and it settled deep in my belly, it's warmth gradually spreading out. My hand subconsciously rubbed my abdomen.

Liam, "I gotta go." "..."

she cried, her voice trembling with fear. She struggled against his grip, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, she broke free and began running away from them. "Fools! What are you standing there for? Go after her!" Mr. Whimper roared, his face contorted with rage as he glared at his guards. ….………………… "Faster, please drive fast," Liam said, his face twisted with frustration as he stared at his phone. "The tracking signal just went offline!" Liam shouted, his voice filled with frustration. "Damn it!" He slammed his fist against the dashboard. "Mr. Whimper, you won't get away with this!".

"It's none of your business if I die, get off my head you crazy mudafucker," Liam yelled. He didn't have the to entertain the annoying voice in his head. "Oh but you do, remember you are jobless, and you don't have a life either, you pushed everyone away, so you have all the time," "Shut the fuck up!!" He yelled holding his ears to block the voice out but he could hear its laughter of mockery, it was making fun of him and he heads it. "Stop! Just fucking stop!!"

Her fingers trembled slightly as she swiped to answer, a rush of emotions flooding her all at once. “Amara?” His voice, low and familiar, carried through the line. There was something unspoken beneath the warmth, a tension that prickled at her nerves and sent her pulse racing. “Liam,” she breathed, barely recognizing the quiver in her voice. She leaned back in her chair, letting herself feel the quiet shock of hearing him after so long. The sound of his voice was like sunlight piercing a storm, unexpected, piercing, and impossible to ignore.

I enter the car and settle behind the wheel. "Okay, listen," says Liam, his voice painfully echoing through the speakers of my phone. I cringe. "I can't take this anymore, Kira . . . I can't get you out of my head and . . . and it's driving me crazy." He sighs, and my eyes prick with tears at his devastated voice. "I've tried, okay? I've really tried but—“ He sighs again, and I hiccup. "But it's just so impossible. Let's talk, please. We can still fix this, baby, trust me."

I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the answer button as I contemplated whether to take the call or let it go to voicemail. "Hello?" I said, my voice cautious, as I answered the call. Liam's deep voice resonated through the line, but it was a notch lower than his usual tone, sending a shiver down my spine. "Hey," he said, his single word dripping with an undercurrent of emotion. "Are you fine?" I replied, my voice neutral, as I waited with bated breath for him to reveal the reason behind his call. The silence that followed was palpable, and I could sense Liam's hesitation, leaving me wondering what was on his mind.

The tone of Rap God, by Eminem, rang in the background and Irish's ears, startling her up on her feet, even though her eyes were still heavy with sleep. "What the hell." She cursed under her breath, her hands instantly finding the vibrating phone on top of her bedside table and grabbing it. Without looking, she answered the call and pressed it against her ears, her voice a low note as she responded. "Hello. Who's there?" "It's Liam speaking. Guess my real name is no stranger to your damn mind."

Liam. -LIAM!- I scream through the mind link as I fall to the ground, short of breath. -LIAM!- I call out to the nothingness again to search for a tendril of hope that he is still here, still alive. But I can’t feel him. He isn’t in my head and my chest is cracking open as I try to breathe, but nothing seems to make it into my lungs.