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I also started crying, "I just pressed the call button. As if I were going to call you. Bye—" "Wait! Don't hang up yet!" She held back, so I couldn't press the end button. "What, Bitch?" I tried to mimic her. I heard her whisper, but I also cleared her throat. "I'm sorry." My forehead knotted, and I seemed deaf. Did I hear her right? "What?" "I said, I'm sorry!" Her loud scream made me wince and hurt my ears, "I'm sorry, but if you don't want it, then don't!"

He asked. "Yes that too, but now I was asking for something else". I said annoyingly. I didn't even notice what I said. "You also wanted me to say I love you". He asked. "No, I didn't say that". I said. "You… just said that, "that too" which means "I love you". He said with the same cold expression. I kept quiet. I didn't say a word. "I love you". He said and turned. I was looking at his back. But I wanted him to say my Luna like he said last night. I thought.

This was like a dream come true. As soon as I hit the correct note, I closed my eyes and sang; 'I don't want to dance with somebody else But if you call for me I'll be there And if you need a shoulder to cry on Well, I won't stop until the end My love for you will never fade away It will always shine bright So I'll make you my first and last kiss And then we will surely find a way If there's a ray of light I'll help it burn so bright You only have to light the fire

Sorry can't save me now Sorry I don't know how Sorry there's no way out But down Hmm, down He swallowed, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't the only one captivated though. Many people were. She truly was a songbird. Call my friends and tell them that I love them And I'll miss them But I'm not sorry Call my friends and tell them that I love them And I'll miss them Sorry. She looked up, locking eyes with him once more. He smiled softly, as she stood, putting her hands on her hips discreetly.

His eyes scanned my appearance in appreciation. I rolled my eyes and showed him my ID card in return. His eyes widened as he saw my name and said nothing in return. I continued walking deeper into the club, passing sweety bodies of people dancing and granding on eachother. The music blasted loudly,you could here the famous voice of Dua lipa lasted song levitating playing in the background. I loved that song. I sat on the stool and order a glass of alcohol. Tomorrow was our meeting with the Spanish government, hopefully it will be successful. I drowned my third glass tonight still feeling unhappy.

Brad explained as he smiled widely. "Who are you trying to fool here? You’re not coming to school, idiot." Terry interrupted teasingly. Brad glared at Terry almost giving him a death stare, "What are you talking about? I’m coming to school, idiot the second." Brad objected. "You are just coming to school but you’re not attending the class." Gary added whimsically. The sight made Mrs. Eseguerra chuckled. She then imagined having Ralph, Emman, and Lev with them. She felt emotional thinking about it.

"He must be full of regret now. He could have been with a real genius, but no, he chose a fraud." Aaron heard them and lunged toward me. "I'm sorry, Bernie! I was blind. I was stupid!" He dropped to his knees, overcome with distress. "Give me another chance, please. I won't disappoint or betray you again." "Your promises mean nothing to me," I said coldly, cutting him off. "You were so sure she was a genius. You were flaunting it just yesterday. And now everything has changed? You're incapable of sincerity. Why would anyone believe you?"

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

—E Marlena, vinci la sera Spogliati nera, prendi tutto quello che fa comodo e sincera Apri la vela, dai viaggia leggera Tu, mostra la bellezza a questo popolo ed io E amore accanto a te, baby accanto a te, io morirò da re, ehi-ye-eh —Did you like it? —Who's Marlena? —That actually makes me laugh a little, because there's something jealous in her expression. I sigh before explaining.