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I frowned and moved to the next mirror. Once again, it started as a distorted version of myself. This time I was in the Scream painting. But as the image melted away, I saw August. He was lying, barely breathing, with silver chains ripping into his skin, staining his light gray and white fur red with his blood. All the light in his golden eyes was fading.

We both decided to have dinner first before going home. My best friend and I were busy eating and chatting when a man approached us. We looked at the man at the same time. In fairness, he is handsome but wait; I think I already saw him. I can’t remember where I saw him. I looked at Liz, and from her reaction, she seemed to know him too. "Hi, Ms. Ramirez and Ms. Rivera, right?" The guy said We both nodded. "I'm Gian Fabian, the owner of AAT Magazine and Bryan's best buddy." He introduces himself.

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Clara’s POV The Westfield mall security office smelled like burnt coffee and industrial carpet cleaner. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, too bright for midnight. A uniformed guard nodded us through the side door without asking questions. Emma was already there. She stood in the center of the room like she’d been holding herself together by sheer will for the last hour. Her hair was wild, mascara streaked down both cheeks, but when she saw us she didn’t cry harder. She just exhaled, a sound that was half sob, half relief, and opened her arms.

Alex reasoned . "Oh come on buddy ! don't act like a possessive man . " , Michelle grinned . " Ok ! fine but promise me that you will not tease me . " , Alex asked . " Done ! " , Michelle smiled and Alex showed her the photo of Anjali with Amara , Michelle stared the photo with stunned look , " Dude ! she is so sexy " , Michelle said almost oggling on Amara's photo . Alex made a displeased look and taunted , " Creep ! I am far much better than a creep who oggles on a mother of a eight year old girl . "

It's a beautiful diamond ring and iPhone 11 pro. "you always give me gifts and surprises. But I never do anything in return. ",I said while feeling guilty. "you don't have to do anything. You already make my beautiful. ",he said with kissing my forehead. Mature.... 18+++ .please be careful. Read on your own risk..... Now we are in our room. He went out to make an important call. I don't know what I can do for him. I guess I know. I ran to my bag and open it .....

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Dante bites his lower lip nervously, his eyes darting to Marco for assistance. “Uh... well, boss, you need to look at the very last photo in the sequence. Look at the framing.” My patience is razor-thin as I snatch the final glossy print out of the pile, holding it up into the sunlight streaming through the window. I look at the image, and a loud, booming laugh instantly tears out of my throat, the sound echoing off the concrete walls of my office.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

He sends a video. Not a message. Not a meme. What am I even saying? A fucking video. I stare at the screen like it’s poisoned, my thumb hovering over the link. It’s from him. Calvin. Of course it is. I don’t even have to open it to know what it’s about. It’s probably some pity lesson. A tutorial for dumbasses. A step-by-step guide for guys who can’t read properly. And it pisses me off. Because the last thing I want is his sympathy.