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It was as if she knew it would come to this stage. "No dad! I don't want to move out. I do not want to go to some new place". Jason lashed out from the staircase. "I thought I asked you to go and change?" He asked angrily to a now sulking Jason.

He laughed. I ignored him. “Still no word from Linda?” He asked abruptly. Linda Finley was a childhood friend of mine who was more like a sister. She was a model who was currently in Paris for a fashion show. I knew Frank had a crush on her and I had previously tried to play matchmaker, but Linda didn’t return his feelings. “No, she hasn’t called. I’m guessing she’s busy. You’ve asked me this question almost every day since she left. Why don’t you try calling her?”

I miss you. ***

Her knuckles were white. When Quinn tried to drag me away, Layla acted without hesitation—she stepped forward and kicked Quinn to the floor. "People like you don't deserve someone like Mateo." Her voice was full of contempt as she looked down at Quinn. Quinn scrambled to her feet, looking disheveled. "And who the hell are you supposed to be? He loved me, not you! Do you think he cares about you? All I have to do is say sorry, and he'll come running back!"

I sat on the grass, head bowed, pounding my chest that felt like it was about to burst. “Huhuhu… huhuhu…” Only the moonlight bore witness to each drop of my tears. The cold wind embraced me, while the darkness of the night seemed to mirror the darkness inside me. “I want to know who I really am…” I whispered weakly. “Who is my real family? Who am I… if I’m not a Laviste?” “Where is my family?” And on that cold night, a warm embrace suddenly halted my crying.

My tears just kept falling, as if I had an ocean stored inside me that refused to dry up. “Nel, what happened?” “Am I a bad person? Why is it that everyone I love ends up leaving me? What did I ever do to deserve this life? What sin have I committed against God to deserve this kind of fate? Don’t I deserve to be happy? All I ever wanted was to be with the people I love. All I ever wanted was happiness! Why?!” I dropped to my knees, falling so hard I nearly kissed the cold, wet floor. Nica rushed to my side and embraced me tightly.

In her anguish, Louise shut her eyes, as if she wanted to lock those beautiful memories in her mind and not let them slip away. “I’m a piece of trash and a coward! I let myself be bound by favors and responsibility and fell for Stanley’s lies. I pushed you away with my own two hands and hurt you. But I love you, Nathan! I’ve always only loved you!” She opened her eyes and looked at me with passionate, obsessive eyes, as if she wanted to find a trace of me being moved by her words.

I opened my mouth. I wanted to say something. Anything. To thank him. To comfort him. To explain the storm inside my heart. But no words came. How could they? How do you respond to a love that had waited quietly for more than fifteen years? A love that had asked for nothing. Expected nothing. Demanded nothing. I looked at Lucas. Then at the shimmering water. Then back at him. My lips parted. But the only thing that escaped was a trembling breath. Because for the second time in just a few days...

Loretta 🎵 “Boys only want love if it’s torture…” “Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya.” “Boys only want love if it’s torture…” “Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya.” “So it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames.”

"Bernard said you're boring in bed. He can't even stand being around you! You're older than me and nowhere near as pretty. What do you even have to compete with me?" Her flailing bravado almost made me laugh. She was there the night I ended things with Bernard, so what scene was she trying to put on now? When she saw a few passersby slow down, Vera straightened and raised her voice so everyone could hear. "You can't force a man to love you. Bernard doesn't want you. Why are you still clinging to him?" That did make me laugh. I was clinging to Bernard? It sounded more like Bernard had tried to cut her loose, and she panicked. Those photos she kept sending me might have been nothing more than