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No one will ever come between them again, ever again! THE END

He glanced at Elena's pretty face, which was leaning against her chest, certainly listening to the peaceful frequency of her heart. Aaron cleared his throat, and then began to recite the poem: "Ah, if we've already lost track of the time. If together we've already thrown everything away. Tell me now how I'm going to leave, if, when I met you, I started to dream, I did so many crazy things . I broke with the world, I burned my ships. Tell me where I can still go. If we, in the antics of eternal nights, have already confused our legs so much." The man paused briefly, using the time to take a deep breath and analyze the blue gaze that stared at her face, that infiltrated her soul and fixed the

The eighth was at Kolkata Airport smoking zone. If you see her, give her this poem: There’s that fireball in the south-west, in a homeward spree, wondering “What now, at the end of the day? I say in jest, “You and me!” I turn away from the yellow shroud: and it’s your hazel-eyes I see. Sleep woken or dream broken, entangled or untangled, love burnt or hate soaked, praised here or blamed there, dealt with or dealt in

He crushed it in his bare hand, the metal groaning and snapping until it was nothing but a jagged, unrecognizable lump. They walked back toward the SUV, their footsteps crunching on the white ash. The woman in the habit stayed by the fountain, her humming starting up again—the same lullaby, but now the words were clear. "One for the master, one for the prize, one for the girl with her mother’s eyes. But when the master eats the sun, the war of the three has just begun." Dante reached the car first. He pulled the rear door open, his hand on his weapon.

Stand a new sentence. Freshly written in the beaten winter light. In a handwriting that no one belonged to the house. Hurry up. Aren died. He slowly touched the Scriptures. She was still warm. And outside, far behind the sea, far behind the hills and the forests, began in this moment to ring a bell somewhere. Once. Two times. Three times. And in house oak rest opened a door that was closed for decades was.

Her infuriated mother screeched, catching Chad off guard with her threat. “HEY- WHAT ARE YOU DO-” The sound of heavy metal pots clanging together coming from just inside Hollis’ small two story colonial style home made the couple’s only daughter wince and cringe. The ear shattering noises got so deafening loud, she couldn’t even hear herself think. Kendra Neilson glanced at her skittish best friend with a knowing expression as she chewed and chewed on her Bazooka gum before blowing a large bubble. Pop!

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West,

you're the Neville _ The remnants of summer in Edelweiss were nearly gone now, but some traces still lingered. As I sat cross-legged by myself on the slope leading from the road to the gorgeous poppy fields in full bloom, warm rays from the setting sun cast a mysterious honey glow on the flowers, as if they were sharing an elaborate secret. I smiled. I eyed the pair of birds swooping around playfully in the sky with acute jealousy. Not trapped at all by their own emotions. So free.

For there was no one who was as good as them. THE END

The snow kept falling. The world kept turning. And for the first time since that kitchen island We weren’t running. We were arriving. Somewhere new. Somewhere ours. The phone stayed silent. The sirens stayed distant. And between us The heat never faded. It just changed shape. Became something quieter. Deeper. Eternal. We had one more night. One more locked door. One more chance to burn slow. So we did. Again. And again. Until dawn crept through the curtains.