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But as Ben sat up, he caught one last glimpse of the treeline. Nadia stood there, watching them. She smiled sadly, lifted her hand in a wave… …and then faded into mist. The boys got into the truck and drove until WildWood was nothing but a memory in the rearview mirror. But none of them ever spoke of that night again. Not because they forgot — But because sometimes, late at night, they still heard Willy’s laughter in the wind… And sometimes, in the mirrors, they caught glimpses of the woods creeping closer… Just waiting.

There was no amount of concealer to hide the shadows around those eyes and I had my hair pulled back in a bun so tight it was hurting me. I was twenty-six. I was supposed to be completing a degree, or traveling, or at least having a drink with friends that didn’t only talk about their tips at the diner. My mates did party but not me. Instead, I was calculating the cost of feeding and bills to pay. "Next stop, Damen," the overhead voice crackled. I stood up, my knees cracking. Every joint in my body felt like it would fail. I’d just finished a ten hour shift, and the sun was barely out. Most people were just waking up while I was just trying to make it to the front of my door.

He got into his room and he dropped the papers on the bed, he ran his hand in frustration. He was mad, he was mad he couldn't do anything about what was going on. He was mad he hurt her so much, he hurt his Lilyana. He suddenly turned to the mirror and punched it hard, it shattered and hurt his hand. He breathed out heavily and sat on his bed, he stared at his bloody hands and wondered how it all went wrong in a night. ********* THE NIGHT OF THE BALL Axel stared at Lily with a smile on his face as they both danced, she laughed and held his hands happily.

I said quietly. “Are you sure about that?” she asked. I nodded. “Yes, I am sure.” “Okay,” she said, settling beside me. “What happened? I’m listening.” “Tonight was supposed to be a great night,” I said. “You saw how I prepared and how excited I was, right?” “Yes,” she replied. “You were really excited, and I was happy for you too.” “But guess what?” I said. “What?” she asked. “Tonight turned out to be one of the worst nights of my life,” I admitted.

They may back a rack of cookies from the grocery store or mix up the premade bags of cookies, but no one does everything from scratch like her. For the rest of the day, I work on homework and take a bath so I am ready for school in the morning. When I go to bed, I don't let mom shut my door all the way and I make sure she keeps the side lamp on. Somehow though, in the middle of the night I wake up and the door is closed and the lamp is turned off. Hearing an odd sound that is coming from the closet, I refuse to lift the covers and keep my eyes closed instead. I lay perfectly still and wait. When I don't hear another sound after a while, I go back to sleep.

He was already asleep, so I used my pink bed sheet to cover him. I sat down on the floor and started crying. I couldn't believe that my Mom thinks that low of me. Yeah! I had a one night stand, but I have changed for the better. All of a sudden, I heard a click on my door, and it became open. My Mom sat down beside me, on the floor, and started stroking my black hair, as if I were a kid.