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My short promise. …

"You're the one who climbed into my window. I just don't want to be the reason you can't finish your album, and honestly, the only chance we have of coming out of this friends is if you keep your promise." "And what was that?" he whispered hoarsely. "My promise?" "You said you wouldn't seduce me." "Hmm." He seemed to think about that sentence way longer than necessary. "Does it work both ways, my promise?" "Huh?" "What if you seduce me?" "Uh..." I took a cautious step back. "That won't happen." "Sure it won't." He winked. "I suddenly feel so much better." "That concerns me." "It should."

Their eyes widened in shock as I asked them, each word deliberate, "Do you really want to see me fall apart?" They exchanged a glance, silent and shaking, and they stepped back, giving me space. Sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, warming my skin, feeling like it carried hope itself. I stopped looking at them and walked on with determined steps. I knew they would not come after me again. Six months later, Chester and I had our dream wedding, and on that special day, I received two priceless gifts. I knew who sent them, but it did not matter to me. Love that came too late was worth nothing at all.

I also want to be the only one by your side, spending all my days with you and protecting you. "So, my dearest Bindi Leef, will you marry me?" His eyes twinkled so brightly as if a light had lit up within him. "Yes," I replied.

I had gasped in horror and quickly knocked on the wooden nightstand three times, as if trying to ward off bad luck. "Don’t talk nonsense!" Noah laughed then. He stared at me, his expression unusually serious. "You cry too much. What are you going to do without me? So, Chloe, when we grow up, I’ll marry you." I nodded eagerly, linking my pinky with his. "Pinky promise—cross my heart, a hundred years, no take-backs! We made a deal! When we grow up, Noah Wells has to marry Chloe Sanders!" Before I knew it, tears slipped down my cheeks.

The idea of Lorenzo voluntarily waking up early to jog is so absurd it takes effort not to laugh. “You don’t trust them to teach me?” I ask. His answer comes immediately, like he never had to think about it. “I trust them to fight.” A beat. “ I don’t trust anyone else with your safety.” The words knock my fucking breath away, though I don’t think they were supposed to. I don’t respond right away, he just waits and leans his head closer to mine. His thumb is caressing my skin and I don’t think he knows it. Finally, I sigh. “Fine. But if you slow me down, I’m leaving you behind.”

He shook his head, scooting closer to her. “Please promise me you’ll understand,” She sniffed and looked away. “I will understand you the same way you’ve understood me,” He placed his hand on top of hers. “Kai…” She licked her lips, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'll prove my love to you, Christopher. If you're happy with something I do, give me a star. When you fill up a whole mason jar with paper stars, you'll be the one to propose to me." He held the jar and cried tears of joy like a child who'd gotten the best birthday present of his life. He wouldn't stop making promises, both to me and himself.

“Promise me you'll never bring this up. Promise to let it go.” Fuck no. I won't. “I promise,” I say through gritted teeth, while I crossed my fingers behind her so she wouldn't see. Because I'm not making any fucking promises. It's one more person added to my deathlist.