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no have the best voice and in your voice, it's terrible," she chuckled as she imitated the way Elizabeth would tease her and her voice. She cleared her throat. "And if I can't be close to you. I'd settle for the ghost of you..." she sang "I miss you more...more than life. And if you can't be next to me, your memory is ecstasy, I miss you more than life, I miss you more than life," she cried, falling on her knees. "I miss you so much, I miss you everyday, I miss you know and I know it's impossible but I want you to know that if I can't be close to you, that I'd settle for the ghost of you. Your memory with me is ecstasy and I won't ever forget you. I hope you are a fine best friend," she mut

Author's note. Hey guys! Thanks for reading my Novel, My True Friend to the End. It's an important book to me. The inspiration came to me when I and my best friend broke up due to a huge misunderstanding. We realized that we weren't compatible and just had to break up. I would admit, it still hurts. I still wished that we could get back together but well I don't think that it will be possible as she has moved on and I have too I guess.

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My mood was fine but if he’d come back with a woman, I’d really kick him to the moon. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

I was made for him, and he for me. The End. Hello, everyone! I’m Tess, the author of this novel. I hope you enjoy it. I believe this is the beautiful ending we’ve all been waiting for as we begin reading the story. I don’t know how many people will read my novel all the way to the end—or if anyone will read it at all—but I want to sincerely thank you if you have. This is my very first novel. I know I’ve made mistakes, and it might be a little slow at times, yet I am proud that I wrote it. Dante and Evelyn’s story has lived in my imagination for years, filling my nights with thoughts, dreams, and emotions. I’m grateful that I could bring it to life in words.

“Hmm?” “I… I miss you.”

Do you miss me? Ah shoot!

I miss you already. Zack’s phone vibrates again, and he nearly drops it in his eagerness to open the latest email. Seeing her words– “I miss you already”– causes a genuine, boyish grin to spread across his face. The simple confession sends warmth spreading through his chest that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with pure affection. “Miss me already?” he reads aloud, leaning back against his pillow with a satisfied sigh. “God, she is perfect.” His fingers fly across the screen without hesitation this time.

The room, once a sanctuary for confessions, bore witness to a tender moment suspended in the delicate threads of emotional tension. "I missed you," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of longing and sorrow. Her admission reverberated within me, a bittersweet melody that echoed the ache of separation. Moisture gathered in the corners of my eyes, an unspoken response to the profound truth her words unveiled. "I missed you too," I confessed, my voice laced with the sincerity of a heart that had yearned for her presence. The admission hung in the air, a fragile bridge connecting our shared solitude. The room, once filled with the echoes of confession, now brimmed with the unspoken langu

"You fucking liar, Felicia Cooper! Your brother's dead now because the doctors failed to save him! I hope you spend the rest of your life wallowing in regret!" I cried out in despair, letting out a muffled groan through the thick fabric. Tears streamed down my face. I hated Dylan with every fiber of my being. I swore that I never wanted to see him again if there was an afterlife. The doorlock beeped. The countdown also reached zero. My consciousness faded. As I fell to the ground, the door was pushed open. Dylan walked in with a birthday cake in his hands, his voice light and cheery as he said, "See? I told you that you wouldn't die. You're still alive and kicking, aren't you? Happy b—"