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I asked as I decanted some wine into a glass cup. "You need to stop this madness, Lucifer. You've been searching for her for years. For how long will you keep searching?" She asked impatiently. "For as long as it may take".

“Hi baby, I've missed you so much. Just know I'm here stay for good now that you've finally removed Rivers claws off you.” “Don't ever mention her name, you don't have that right.” I said angrily surprising myself and even Ashley. She looked hurt for a brief moment but quickly masked it closing the distance between us. She pushed my rolling chair back and sat on my legs straddling me. As she ran her fingers through my hair and down my chest. “I've missed you so much baby.” She said in her sultry voice which used to turn me on but right now I felt almost repulsed.

It chased me back to the expressway! Missy begins hyperventilating. I'm hugging her, telling her to breathe. Seeing the orchard's paper bag on the sink, I dump the apples. As we sit on the floor, I allow her to lay her head on my lap as she breathes into the bag. Finally, calm, she says, "Sorry, Jade, but Tristan's dead." We sit weeping in an embrace, huddled together on the hallway floor. After we cried, I walked Missy to a guest room and tucked her in. I make sure the curtains are closed and her window's locked. I leave her door open so she won't wake up panicking.

My Dearest Cara, I was hoping to see you today, even if it was only a brief visit However, I understand that you are at the hospital getting checked I don’t know how much energy you will have to complete your schoolwork But I didn’t want you getting bored and having nothing to do. I also know how important your studies are to you So I hope it makes you smile to know that I was thinking of you I miss your beautiful smile and of course, your smart mouth. Until I see you again, Yours, Rik I’m still not a poet, but it gets the point across. I was thinking of her, I miss her and I’m hers.

"Mrs. Tate, did you forget? I'm not holding packages anymore." "Oh, come on. Just this once." She tried shoving the apple into my hand. "Help me out. I know you're a good girl. I was wrong before. I misunderstood you. Maybe Mrs. Couser just lost the necklace herself." I stepped back from the apple like it was poisoned. "Sorry. Can't do it." Her smile vanished. "Why are you holding such a grudge? I already apologized. What else do you want? I'm asking for one tiny favor. Why are you being so petty?"

I missed home—and I already missed Mira. But the second I pushed the door open, ready for something familiar, I stopped cold. Loree was on her knees at my doorstep. Messy. Crying. "What are you doing here?" I froze. The rush of coming home died fast, replaced by something heavy in my chest. She looked up. The light in her eyes was gone—just red veins and tears. "I'm back. I've got nothing left. You're all I have now. I know I messed up. I left you for someone who never deserved it. I really know I was wrong, Rowan. Please... give me another chance. Can you forgive me?"

he miss her She wanted to say, if she could accept all this, did she have the right to accept his forgiveness, suddenly They tongue met, warm and wanting, every kiss makes her forget about everything, her mind goes crazy, She miss this, she miss him, why don’t they forget everything and begin again, this is too good not to feel.

I closed my eyes, imagining her beside me, her hand intertwined with mine as we strolled through the garden together. But as quickly as the illusion had come, it faded away, leaving me with the reality of her absence. The pain felt raw, an ache that I couldn't seem to shake. I leaned against a marble statue, feeling the cold stone against my back. I looked up at the sky, the stars beginning to twinkle as night descended. "I miss you, Emily," I whispered, my voice carrying my longing to the night sky. The silence seemed to echo my sentiment, a quiet acknowledgment of the love that still bound us together.

Her brown foxy eyes that always wants to maintain eye contact with me, challenging me, her small heart shaped plum lips that leaves soft beautiful marks on both my lips and heart, her pretty face that always has a smile whenever she is with Silver. I miss her in ways I can’t put into words. Her scent still lingers in my mind, haunting me like a ghost I don’t want to let go of. I ache for the warmth of her skin, the way her smile could light up the darkest corners of my soul. Her eyes, God, her eyes held entire worlds I could get lost in forever. I miss the sound of her voice, the way she spoke my name like it meant something. I miss every little piece of her, every breath, every touch, every

She heaved a sigh while refueling her lungs to continue, “but, of course, I met my wonderful Sir Caldwell.” Turning to Stephen she smiled, “Lord Carlson, might I introduce the latest addition to our household? This dear young lady is Miss Elizabeth Nottingham. Soon to be Mrs. Moore, I might add. We are planning her wedding this very moment. ‘Twill be a grand affair... the grandest in Georgia, if I know my Matthew.” She gestured for Elizabeth to join them, “Come Elizabeth, come in and meet our guest.” Elizabeth was dumbstruck, frozen in place. This could not be. How could this be? He was dead. They told her he was dead. Emotions whirled around and through her until she could feel only the ai