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| gave her a mouth guard and a squirt of water. "And in this corner", the announcer pointed at the opposite corner, "we have Jazzy!" the crowd cheered and clapped. | saw Penelope relax a little bit when she saw who she was going against. Jazzy was well built, but she looked a little clumsy. "And opposing her tonight in this corner is," the announcer pointed to Penelope, Penelope Buchanan!" The crowd roared even though they had no clue who she was since she was a first timer.

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

“I know right? Who knows what kind of things they’d do after they get bored with the cats?” My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Cats? What cats? Man, at this point, because of my boredom, it can be a case of eavesdropping. What can I do, though? “I just can’t believe that someone can swallow the guilt of mass killing innocent animals like that. Aren’t they just psychos? And the fact that they live among us too! It’s revolting,” she shuddered, and I did along with her.

After the two friends hugged and then Ava went out of the garden on her way to the seamstresses’ quarters, Kiara remained on the bench and pondered on Ava’s advice. Give your heart what it wants? Nonsense, that’s the most ridiculous statement she’s ever heard, not even worthy to be called an advice. How can her heart know what it wants? Or what it needs? Or what is good for it? Her heart is like a child who hates bitter medicine, the medicine is good for the child but the child hates it because the medicine is bitter. In her case, her heart is the child, and the bitter medicine, well, is loneliness of course.

Keeping quiet for quite some time, she questioned him, "What made you think that I am into women? What gave you the idea?" Shrugging his shoulders, he answered, "I don't know, I guess it's the vibe that I am getting from you." Scrunching her brows, she raised her brows. "Are you telling me that I am giving you un-straight vibes?" "Okay, it's the vibe and also how you are repelling a handsome and charming man." Pretending to look around, she asked, "Where is the handsome and charming man? I don't see anyone unrepellable."

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

“You do?” Edgar asked. He looked at the young man before him, wondering what else he had under his sleeve. “How is that possible? The best poultice for the Heart is Baphomet’s Pearl. I doubt I need to explain its price. To make one is almost suicide too. The most it can do is improve the Heart’s power threefold…” he continued.

She asked, taking her eyes to the floor. "You are so pretty, it would have been such a huge load if I had missed you," I replied her "You've learnt cheesy words?" She asked, walking up to me. "Those are not cheesy words, they are words from my heart," I replied, pointing to my left chest. "From your heart? Where is it? Where is your heart?" She asked and pretended to be searching for something. "My heart is right here" I replied her. "Where? I can't find it"

and a lemon juice for herself. "'Heartbeat 141' is supposedly the owner's special cocktail. They say your heart rate reaches 141 when you're in passionate love. Try it," Zia clinked glasses with me and continued, "But for someone like me with congenital heart disease, I can never drink alcohol in this lifetime. Maybe I'm not suited for intense love either. What does being drunk feel like? I'm quite envious that you can live so freely." "Did you study medicine because of your heart condition?" I took a sip of the Heartbeat 141. It was strong, with a tropical fruit aroma, but quickly followed by a bitter taste.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.