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She says gently, feeling my struggle. “Promise me. Promise me that you will be careful. Promise me that you won’t take any unnecessary risks. Promise me, Grace. Promise me so that I can go about my day and not worry every second that something has happened to you. Please, just promise me that you will be okay.” “I promise you, Eli Gunnar, I will be okay.”

She says gently, feeling my struggle. “Promise me. Promise me that you will be careful. Promise me that you won’t take any unnecessary risks. Promise me, Grace. Promise me so that I can go about my day and not worry every second that something has happened to you. Please, just promise me that you will be okay.” “I promise you, Eli Gunnar, I will be okay.”

"I said get out!" Abbie immediately pulled him away. Once they were gone, the room fell silent. I ran my fingers over the long tear in the fabric, and tears slipped down my face before I could stop them. I took out my phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to him. 'I am sorry. The wedding outfit was ruined.' A short while later, he sent back a photo. A wedding outfit was spread neatly across a bed. The silk was a brilliant shade of blue, embroidered with butterflies that seemed to shimmer in the light.

“I know what you’re going through is hard, but I want to be with you in every step, Baby. I love you with all my egoistic heart.’’ He pulled something from his jeans pocket and handed it to me. It was a velvet box, and he opened it in my hands. A ring with a rose gold band sat proudly on the box’s cushion. Small diamonds flushed around the band, sparkling under the light while Jake took it out of its confines. Placing the box down, Jake grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “I’m not asking you to marry me now, Bee, but I want to, someday. This is my promise to you.” He slid the ring on my right ring finger. “I will always love you, be there for you and make you happy in every way I c

"I promise" "I promise"

So I will stick to lying. "I promise"

(I know you've got the best intentions Just trying to find the right words to say I promise, I've already learned my lesson But right now, I wanna be not okay I'm so tired, sitting here waiting If I hear one more "Just be patient" It's always gonna stay the same So let me just give up So let me just let go If this isn't good for me Well, I don't wanna know Let me just stop trying Let me just stop fighting I don't want your good advice or reasons why I'm alright You don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like.....) Everyone is beyond shocked by end of her song, she slowly opens her eyes and looks at everyone with a smile, they all start clapping their hands for her, our eyes meet

"I... Promise," "I'm happy that this time you'll not gonna break your promise," Sebastian announced. Breaking their sacred promise."I'm hoping that you'll not gonna break it this time," "Hey, we're done talking about this right," I said and looked at him, my eyes are giving him a warning. Thomas is with us for pity's sake.

"You got something to say? Are you going to ask where Miley is? You're pathetic. Those photos were fake. She's out there living her best life. And you? You're still the same as you were three years ago, clinging to her like some loyal little lapdog. Too bad she doesn't give a damn about you." Hearing that Miley was safe, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Steve video-called Miley on his phone, turned the camera toward me, and tore the duct tape off my mouth. "Delia's with me now, Miley," he said. "Call the police! Don't agree to a word he says!" I shouted the moment I could. Miley's voice cracked through the speaker. "Delia, where are you? I'm coming for you! Just hang on!"

Almost immediately, she slid into my DMs: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm not trying to break up your marriage. I just want to have this child. Life is precious.] Wow. She couldn't wait to tell me she was pregnant, like she was doing charity work or something. I left her on read. A few minutes later, she messaged again: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm telling the truth!] By then, I'd already saved all her posts and photos. Screenshots on lock. Finally, I replied: [What are you saying? You're pregnant? It's Neil's?]