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those were the only words I was able to make out. She stalled the cleaning and stared at the countertop, a wash rag in her head going in constant circles as she contemplated how to respond. "I still love you," she began, "Forgiving you isn't going to be easy, it's going ton be hard. My mum told me I should go out and find better, but she doesn't understand best for me is right in front of me. You've made a mistake, I'm giving you one chance to fix this."

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.

“Indeed. I don’t know who else in this world is worthy of him besides this goddess. While the Yard Family is somewhat beneath him, Miss Yard is an award-winning best actress and the perfect goddess as acknowledged by the public. They’re truly an ideal match.” “I heard that his biological mother was also an award-winning best actress and was once involved in the film industry. It’s truly a pity that she passed away early. I bet he took a fancy to Miss Yard because of her similarity to his mother.”

Riversane to let her be the fix of his question What would death do if she was released Like an anchor back into the worldly qualms and curious Messenger let Missy be the first soul to travel back her traces Alas! He could see the faces of the souls consumed by death He raged across Styx for he was denied of his count Mr. Riversane did not regret his will to release Missy who was a flower child Blooming in the ways that seemed biblical… Humans called her a Miracle. Find Mr. Riversane The thought, like a pendulum in Pepper Rei’s Mind

Clever enough to ache. She noticed the mug was turned. The book spine misplaced. The screen on her laptop blinking just once too long. She felt it in her throat. In her spine. The subtle wrongness of something familiar becoming watched. And the message—I sent it from her account. But the words were mine: “Do you miss me too?” Simple. Devastating. A question soaked in truth. Because I miss her every second we’re apart. I miss the way she tugs her sleeves over her hands. The way she tilts her head when reading, like she’s trying to hear the words. The way she whispers to herself when no one’s listening.

"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.