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Through the fire To the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire Through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire Even through the fire Through the test of time I took a simple deep breath for the twitch. Through the fire To the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire Through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire

All of a sudden, my phone buzzed with a notification—Yasmin had uploaded a proposal video on her social media. In the shaky footage, Zayne had gotten down on one knee in front of everyone and carefully slid a massive diamond ring onto her finger. Meanwhile, the crowd was cheering. The large diamond sparkled under the lights and almost blinded me. I tried to watch it again, but the video had already disappeared. All that was left was an apology from Yasmin. "Please don't be upset, Emilia. It was just a joke. I don't know how I accidentally tagged you. "We'd all agreed not to tell you. You're not mad, are you, Emilia?" Her taunting words kept coming, one after another.

This time, they were singing a song by Tatiana Manaois—Like you. "You gotta get up! You gotta get up and make a move! Cause the world would never see you until you do…" I laughed quietly, watching Purity try to keep up with the lyrics like her daddy. I was not sleek enough though, because as soon as I laughed, she turned to me with a glare on her face which made me laugh even harder.

My hips sway as I salsa to one of my songs of the week. This week it's Barrio by YEИDRY. I move to the rhythm of the beat as I wash my plate in the sink, the melody erasing the stresses of a long day at the diner. Ily walks over, brushing against my legs, so I quickly dry my hands and pick her up, dancing with her in my arms as I sing along to the music. “Tu no eres el hombre que conocì. Si quieres la guerra yo estoy aquí. Yo soy mi propria dueña y confió en mi fuerza.”

Alby smiled, pressed their foreheads together while whispering, "Ich liebe dich, Alessia Mikhayla." HOPE YOU LIKE! I try to give the best for you, please always support me. By liking, commenting and following Yes! Let's get excited. Also invite your friends, relatives, girlfriends, nei*hbors, acquaintances or even your ex to read babang Al and qaqa Ale. At the same time you can share to w*, i* stories, F******k, Twitter or your other posts. Invite them to join you here! First of all, I thank you very much for the participation and sincerity of all of you.

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If Liam was the answer, then I would never want to be away from him. Love me like there’s no tomorrow Love me like I’m about to let you go Love me like we will fight every hindrance together Love me like this is our last chance on earth Every part of me belongs to you I love you, Mi Amor* Until the song ended, the wonderful smile had never left my lips. I was just looking at him throughout my song number as if the people here never shifted back to their original forms and just remained as floating lanterns surrounding us over a romantic setting.

He hit play. And there he was. Jaxon. He looked tired. Sad. Like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were red, voice was rough. “If you’re watching this… then yeah. I’m gone,” Jaxon said. Eliot’s knees went weak. “I didn’t plan any of it. Not the kiss. Not the feelings. Not the mess. But I fell for you anyway.” Tears burned Eliot’s eyes. Jaxon looked down in the video. “You probably hate me now. That’s okay. Just know—none of it was fake. Not from me.”