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I make a mental note to send them my thanks later on. “Ethan, sing!” I repeat one last time, this time offering him and encouraging smile. The first note leaves Ethan’s lips and the tears burst out of me, but this time they were tears of joy. Ethan’s voice is still as angelic as I remember. The song we wrote was about acceptance. It was about letting go of expectations and living your life the way you want. The lyrics were inspired by his story, and I understand why Ethan tears up as he sings. And he sings so beautifully. And he sings it to me.

(I know you've got the best intentions Just trying to find the right words to say I promise, I've already learned my lesson But right now, I wanna be not okay I'm so tired, sitting here waiting If I hear one more "Just be patient" It's always gonna stay the same So let me just give up So let me just let go If this isn't good for me Well, I don't wanna know Let me just stop trying Let me just stop fighting I don't want your good advice or reasons why I'm alright You don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like.....) Everyone is beyond shocked by end of her song, she slowly opens her eyes and looks at everyone with a smile, they all start clapping their hands for her, our eyes meet

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

Hilda corrected me a lot but at the end of the story, I was willing to read another one—not planning to. “The witch was cast away and they lived…” “Happily ever after,” Hilda chorused with me. “I told you it had a happy ending.” I dropped the book. “I guess it did.” “You haven’t told me the moral of the story yet.” I blinked, it hurt because I don’t remember blinking when reading it to her. “The moral?” “Yes, mummy says we should always look for the moral in every story.”

And wrote: *“The boy who hurt me didn’t get the last word. The one who stayed silent had to listen. And the one I’m still learning to trust… stood beside me while I faced them both. This story doesn’t belong to the people who tried to steal it anymore. It belongs to me.”*

For the treasures that you are after if my mother and father die. Or you men who I choose to fill my heart, as friends and as the support of my life, it's so evil that you play with my innocence, break sweet promises, deny the love we have so far. For the sake of your satisfaction that you might regret later. Should I finish it and live the life you want in a despair and destruction. No I will fight and I will write my life story as a lesson and as a slap to my extended family later. This is me that you often humiliate, this is me that you used to isolate, this is me that you used to waste! I still stand strong and smile happily.

Hope that this time around we get to live our love. "Why don't we rewrite our story?

He would normally think out loud, but since he doesn't trust me yet, he keeps silent for a long time. After a couple of minutes passed, he suddenly notices I was staring at him which gave him a fright. " L-look! I don't really know. ... it's. .. there's something about that song she sang. It was as if she was speaking to my soul telling me that many beings die every day, and the only thing they leave behind is their song... their story that fades throughout time. Why waste your short life in a sad sick world when there's a chance for you to do whatever you can to make it better? There's not enough time in a lifetime to tell you all the heroes who built the path for a better tomorrow. Our tal

This story actually has a happy ending! —The End

“I just received a letter from my mother, urging me to become the Luna. If not, I have to return to that... room.” “I don’t want to go back, Ersa. I can’t spend my days f-fucking men just to earn my keep in our house.” I started trembling at my confession, and the tears I had been desperately holding back finally burst out. How? How do I tell my story in a way someone would actually understand? Where do I even start? What should I do—