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he chuckled. “Oh, how many times have I imagined you naked beneath me. Your legs spread wide just for me, and moaning my name whenever I thrust deep inside you, and came in you over and over again…” Marceline’s face instantly turned red at his words. “How could you be so vulgar?” Marceline uttered, looking away merely as an excuse to hide the fact that her body felt hotter with each word.

“Even if you feel trapped, find your strength. Make him regret ever thinking you’re weak.” Marceline managed a small, broken laugh, tinged with desperation. “I don’t know if I have any strength left.” “Well, then I’ll remind you,” Cora replied firmly, cupping her friend’s face in her hands, the intensity of her gaze penetrating through Marceline's armor. “You’re not alone in this. I’m with you. We’ll get through this—one breath at a time.” In that quiet, pain-drenched moment, Marceline didn’t feel strong, nor did she feel brave. But amidst the storm of despair, she felt a flicker deep within her—a flicker that hinted at resilience waiting to ignite.

“There are a whole line of men fanned out and heading this way. They are trying to cut us off from the vehicles in the driveway.” Lyle said looking concerned. Marco held out a set of keys and said “Horis has us covered. Thank you old friend." Marco says looking down in front of him. "Follow me.” He says and beings to move out toward the woods at a low crouch. Amaris and Anna both looked down to see that Horis had stopped breathing. He was gone. HIs eyes were staring far off to where his beloved Angel had gone. The girls bowed their heads to Horis and followed after Marco. Lyle took a moment to bend down and close Horis' eyes. "Sleep in peace. Be with your mate forever more." Lyle grabbed

Evelyn answered. "Then where are you heading to?" Chase asked her. "The library," she said and he nodded. "Let me walk you there," he offered. She smiled and nodded. "Willow has been scarce lately," Marcus said. "She's been crazy with her exams. I think her anatomy exam gutted her," Evelyn said with a sigh and Nathan frowned. "Lover girl needs some love, man," Dylan patted his back and he shrugged him off. "You'll soon need treatment for the black eye I'm about to give you," Nathan threatened with an eye roll and the others laughed.

I ask quickly, praying in my heart that he gives me a satisfactory response. “Willow bought glitter and bedazzled all of the girl’s belongings. She also took out the laces from her shoes and hid them. That resulted in a heated physical fight between the two girls that left them both injured and bleeding. Willow had multiple scratches all over her face while Maddison is currently being treated for a broken nose.” “Looks to me like Willow is holding up just fine.” I remark proudly and Axel nods in agreement. “She is.” “So, what’s the problem?”

My only concern was for my friend laying like a broken ragdoll in my embrace. Tears streamed down my face onto hers. “Please, you can’t do this, Marcelle. Don’t die. We can fix this.” Marcelle opened her eyes slowly. A glimmer of a smile wavered on her lips. “It’s okay, Syl…via,” her voice barely audible. “I’m not afraid…”

Marcel warned, ragingly pointing her long slender fingers inches away from his face. “Come on, this cash is my ticket to getting a new guitar. If I’m not in there then some lucky bastard is going to steal my barrowed strings and! afford to buy a new masterpiece.” “So, there’re replacing us too? This is just…. cruel.” Marcel disappointedly mumbled. After all the hard work she had put into practicing and begging Jesse to talk to the club owner just so they could finally get that one ‘big’ brake in life as a struggling rock band, this was how they repaid her?

Everything was falling apart, and not knowing where Marceline was made me lose control. “Where is Marceline?” I asked again, this time struggling to keep my fear from showing. Mary’s eyes narrowed slightly, confusion crossing her face. “She called me,” she said slowly, “and said she’s going on a few days’ trip. She asked that Roman should stay with me until she gets back.” “Trip?” I repeated, stunned. “Yes,” she said, looking at me with raised brows. “Didn’t she tell you?” I stared at her for a moment, my mind spinning. Relief slowly started to wash through me, loosening the tightness in my chest. A trip. She wasn’t gone forever. She hadn’t left me.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

“Winter, I would rather see you grow stronger than starve to death. A small amount of wolfbane is tolerable for me, perhaps this will be helpful.” “Alright Marceline, if that's what you think.” "Believe me, when we reunite with our mates, we must be strong for their sake." "I agree." In my mind, Marceline said, “I need to rest. You need to find a way to get stronger.”