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It was a bleak and desperate predicament, for I was acutely aware that Justin, no matter how much I implored or pleaded, would not deign to engage in conversation with me. I find myself caught in a never-ending loop of repetition, like a broken stereo playing the same tune on repeat. No matter how many times I try, I can't seem to escape the cycle of foolishness that unfolds before his eyes. It's as if he's made up his mind never to engage in conversation with me, regardless of the circumstances.

He’s not the boss of us, I’m never going to stop running and I don’t care what he says. Yes. I think in agreement. You’re right, you’re so right. We’re never going to stop. Another howl breaks the air, and I prepare myself to halt and battle the call, but for some reason my body doesn’t respond this time. It’s as if the third howl has no impact on me at all. Surely I haven’t become immune? Am I so far away now that it can’t affect me? That doesn’t make any sense, he’s ten times faster than I am – he’s got to be closing the distance with every minute.

Hell, most guys couldn't get me off once. This sexy computer nerd knows all the right keystrokes on me. It's too bad I'm never going to see him again.

‘He is trying to get under your skin. ‘I know,’ I snap, shaking off my daze. ‘I don’t plan on letting him get to me.’

I huff out a breath turning to walk away. “Wait!” He runs a hand through his face “I don’t know why I do half the things I do when it comes to you. Every time I try to get away it’s like something keeps pulling me back” He yanks at his hair “look I know you wanted to win this. Don’t ask me how I know I just do. It was evident when you were pulling me up that mountain. It’s sucks that you didn’t.. . so I’m sorry you didn’t win after all of that” okay why is he saying ‘you didn’t win’ so many times. “Wow okay well thank you.”now I’m the one who’s surprised.

He’s coming over to me, I thought, my pulse quickening. But as he got closer, he walked right past us. No glance. No word. No acknowledgment. He didn’t even spare me a second of his attention—just kept walking, completely ignoring us. Completely ignoring me.

But what if he doesn’t care anymore? The idea of giving up crosses my mind, but I shove it aside. No. I’m not giving up. Not when I’ve come this far. Maybe I’m still fumbling through scales and making awkward mistakes, but I’m not stopping. I owe it to both of us to see this through. I take a deep breath and go back to the video, forcing myself to focus on the lesson. One note at a time. One step closer to being the person who fights for what he wants.

Why wont he just get off of me? “You won the game just get off of me.” I try shoving as hard as I can against his chest, but he isn’t budging.

Sterling paused, his jaw ticking, "We can’t." "Can’t, or won’t?" I asked, trying to move past him. He stepped closer, blocking the narrow path behind me, his smile was gone, replaced by something I couldn’t place, "We can't go down, besides we're almost there." He said. Every instinct screamed at me to shove past him and leave, but I could see the resolve in his stance, he wasn’t going to let me pass. I pressed my lips together and continued walking forward, up the mountain.

After ten years’ being in love with Don Bianco, I finally got the chance to take wedding photos with him. My best friend Amy, who facilitated our engagement, also came to help us. When Amy was dressed in her tailored bridesmaid dress, I saw a clear astonishment in Bianco’s eyes. Amy advised to take a photo together as a commemoration, As I stood in my wedding dress as the central one, Amy laughed at herself: “I look like a maid.” Immediately, Bianco dragged me to the edge, leaving the highlight to Amy. The flash lit up, they were the perfect match. When choosing the photos, Bianco required the photographer pick the one with me on the edge as the welcome poster for our wedding. I questioned B