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I exhaled through my noes, trying to collect my thoughts and feelings that felt like they were all over the place. I licked my lips, "Loving someone hurts. We're all shaped by some incredible sadness, by a part of our past that still and may always hurt. Not being with you is what hurts, Tiffany. You're like broken glass, I'll still touch you knowing I may get hurt but I'm not worried about that." Tiffany sighed deeply, her head resting on me still, "Being away from you has taught me that I much rather risk getting hurt than risk losing you by staying away."

Still, Charlie asked on purpose, "What does this mean?" Claire blushed a little shyly as she glared at him. "You really don't know, or are you just playing me?" Charlie smiled. "I know, but I still want to hear you say it." Claire laughed and told him, "It's the lyrics to a song." Whipping out her phone and tapping into her usual music tap, a soft tune started playing as a melodious voice sang: Love of my life, you've hurt me, You've broken my heart and now you leave me,

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake And everything I know tells me that I should walk away But I just want to stay And my friend said "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk away, let her go It'll be okay It's gonna hurt for a bit of time So bottoms up, let's forget tonight You'll find another and you'll be just fine Let her go" But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk a

I keep moving to the music, my hips still swaying with the music. I sing with the music, not a single worry in the world as people gather around the guy that decided to put his hands on me after I pushed him away. Seems like some men will always be pigs, no matter where they come from. When the song ends, I decide it is time for another drink and make my way back to the bar. I have no idea where the other girls had gone, but I can’t find it in me to care. I wanted to let go, and dancing is exactly how I do that. “A tequila shot please and a gin and tonic.” I tell the bartender. I am not usually a gin and tonic kind of girl, but right now I crave something stronger than a cider.

"The maximum duration of this marriage will not exceed two years and the person who has the right to decide when this marriage ends is Mr. Sangkala. You must keep this marriage a complete secret. Before and after the marriage, any secrets you discover about Mr. Sangkala and his family must be kept as secret as possible. During the marriage, you must fulfill your obligations as a wife. As Mr. Sangkala said earlier, you must remain humble, loyal and know your limits. By boundaries, we mean that you should obey Mr. Sangkala as much as possible by not interfering with his personal or business life. As for lifestyle, the housekeeper will explain everything to you later. In addition, you will stil

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

"Sorry. Larissa suddenly felt a little sick. I had to take her to the hospital. We'll have plenty of anniversaries in the future anyway. After Larissa leaves tomorrow, I'll do anything you want, okay?" The concert finally started. The music drifted through the stadium, soft and melodic. I closed the messaging app and, for the first time in a month, opened social media. A photo Larissa had just posted popped right up—it was her selfie with Jeff at the concert. The music continued, as if mocking me for still holding out hope for him when I agreed to the concert and during the journey here. And now, that tiny hope was completely gone. After divorcing him seven times, I should have known by now.

I gasped, huge, painful gulps of air. I was unable to speak a single word. With the last dregs of my strength, I tightened my grip on my phone. The screen lit up— Greyson was calling. But before I could answer, Eliza laughed and swung her foot again. The phone flew out of reach, clattering across the floor. "Now," she said, her tone sweet and venomous, "witness my marking ceremony right here, Millie. And wish me happiness."

She was boldly staking her claim before me while I could only retreat into the shadows and watch them. After a long, heavy silence, I wheeled myself back to my room, each movement taking everything I had. My legs hurt so much I couldn't sleep. I pulled up my email and reread the message I'd never answered. It was from my dance instructor, Marissa Wilkes. She wanted me to be the choreography consultant for her latest project. The only catch was I'd have to travel abroad, and I'd been hesitating. But now, I had no reason to stay.

Oh Guess there is something, and there is nothing There is nothing in between And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer Watching over me, he's singing "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy" He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook" Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake