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‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.

The crowd is still on uproar but the loudest scream is coming from Gabriel's table particularly from his pale face friend. "Our last song for tonight's set is everything after the fall." I decided to be cryptic about the introduction for our last song and then again, I am amazed just by how the crowd fell into silence again as if they are all waiting for us to play. I've never seen such respectful crowd before. "This is Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri." Gabriel's "I know I can't take one more step towards you Cause all that's waiting is regret Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

"Where's Nathan? I'm calling the police for Caleb. He needs to suffer a little before he'll learn!" The moment the group heard "police," they panicked and started calling for Caleb. "We don't want to go to jail over three hundred dollars. Mr. Quinn, when you hired us, didn't you say there'd be no police?" Vivian's face went blank. Then her phone rang several times. She unlocked the screen and saw my message. You used up all one hundred chances, Vivian Blake. It's time for our divorce.

When I was young, my teacher said that misfortune might bring hidden blessings. They meant that what you think is a disaster could lead to unexpected good fortune. In the past, I thought having a special system was good fortune, but it brought endless calamity. And after calamity came only more calamity. I had exhausted a lifetime of suffering and seemed to receive no blessing in return. Overwhelming fatigue wrapped around me. I reached out and held my mother’s trembling hand. “Mom, don’t kill me—you’ll go to prison. I’ll just kill myself and you’ll be able to get the insurance payment.”

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

I could tell dad was as drunk as I was. "Yes, isn't it obvious I'm ready?" he said as he took his shirt off. He got into the bed, propping pillows up so he would be arched. Then he told me, "Sorry, this song from Rush, 2112, is like twenty minutes long. This is my last song, so I wanted to make it worth it. Do you mind doing the reverse cowgirl again?"

I guess he knows my favorite song. Without saying a word, Eros took the guitar he was hanging inside and returned to the front of the Veranda. While facing him, he started playing the guitar followed by the first lyrics. [Take me as you are, push me off the road... the sadness I need this time to be with you] "I don't regret meeting Zach even for a moment," I whispered. [i'm freezing in the sun, I'm burning in the rain... the silence I'm screaming, calling out your name]

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

The final entry had been written on the day I discovered them. Leighton had written a suicide note, every word filled with guilt toward Harley. Even the way she addressed him had changed. She called him "hubby". [Hubby, if I should die unexpectedly one day, everything I own will belong to you.] [As for Logan, I've wronged him. Leave him enough money to live out the rest of his life comfortably, and that will be enough.] The blood in my body turned ice-cold, and my hand gripping the mouse trembled uncontrollably. A violent wave of nausea rose from my stomach. I grabbed the trash can and vomited.

Paper bags and plastic hearts All our belongings in shopping carts It's goodbye, but we got one more night Let's get drunk and ride around And make peace with an empty town We can make it right Throw it away, forget yesterday We'll make the great escape And we won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn, let it die 'Cause we are finally free, tonight