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I gently touched my cheek. “I can’t believe people get scared of a pretty cute face like mine,” I whispered to myself, momentarily forgetting the previous night's drama, forgetting how I had physically shoved a terrified mistress back into my husband’s arms. “The only thing that brings me joy is me.” Knock. Knock. Knock. Three sharp, demanding raps shattered the quiet of the morning. My little smile faded instantly, wiped away by the tension tightening my shoulders.

NIRVANA “What happened?” He looked devastated. Watching his pack member slowly being destroyed by a virus must have been very difficult for him. “Nothing.” I tried to smile and hugged him tight. “You’re upset.” He hugged me back. “I’m so sorry, baby, this happened to Gage.” “Thank you, sweetheart.” He sighed deeply, and he hadn’t let me go. “I hope he would be the last one. I can’t take this. Watch the people I cared about slowly dying before my eyes.”

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

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Dumbstruck, Valen shook his head slowly, his expression paled. “We lost him,” I blubbered, lips quivering. He just sat there with his eyes narrowing more and more at me like he was completely in another world and my language was alien. So, I clutched his nape with both of my hands, shaking him back to reality. I repeated, as if he hadn’t heard me. “Devin’s gone.” Valen blinked several times, he raised his hands to wipe my wet face, and then he cupped the sides of my face. We stared at each other, slowly coming to grips with the loss of a loved one. The anguish and heartbreak was evident in the look on his face.

The talk was getting too sweet between us and it was very difficult for me to digest. Hence, I gave him an unpleasant reply, “I won’t be coming over to your place soon…” And there he sent me a sad emoji with his usual blunt and shameless words. “I would be needing another video of yours, one isn’t enough…” It added immense heat to my cheeks, and to add the shame more, he sent another shameless message. “Do you want me to send you my video??” Seriously?? I rolled my eyes as I typed the “No Thanks” reply firmly.

“We are currently looking for her. If found anywhere, please kindly call the number on the screen.” “Damn you, Josh. Freaking damn you!” I saw the love emojis and hugs people were sending to him in the comments. I knew what he was trying to do. To silence what I saw and make it look like I am mentally unstable. My teeth were vibrating. I had never been this livid. “Oh, I hate you, Josh, and you will pay with your life.” ******* ZAYNE I was still staring at the pictures. My cheeks were beginning to hurt from smiling.

– "You can cancel this." 11:00 A.M. – "Remember what you told me!" 12:32 P.M. – "Traitor!" I chuckled and was about to set my phone down when I saw him typing again: "Aren’t you going to answer me?" Then a GIF—a boy rolling his eyes with crossed arms. I burst into laughter, sliding onto the edge of my table, quickly typing: "It’s not even replayable." "WHAAAT????" he replied immediately. I could almost hear his voice, see the incredulous expression on his face.

𝗚𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵, 𝗜 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. '𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘞𝘏𝘠?!! � �𝘏𝘠 𝘋𝘐𝘋 𝘐 𝘚𝘈𝘠 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛?!!!'

She had rehearsed a dozen versions of this moment, but every one of them evaporated the instant she looked into Isabelle's eyes — eyes that held four months of grief compressed into something hard and unyielding. "I think about that night every single day," Chloe said finally, her voice low, unsteady. "I've relived it a thousand times, trying to understand how it happened so fast, how something that started as an argument ended with—" Her voice broke. "With him gone. I never meant for any of it. I know that doesn't matter to you. I know it doesn't bring him back." Isabelle's jaw tightened, something flickering behind her composed expression. "No. It doesn't."