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I walked to my table and pulled out a hand mirror from my drawer just to look at the bruises the fool I called a boyfriend had given to me. I dumped the mirror back into the drawer and chewed on my bottom lip, my head was in my hands as I made the decision to officially end things with him. My phone began to vibrate on the table and the caller ID being Mitch made me even more irritated than I was to see he had a mistress and was still trying to get into my pants. What exactly did men want? I picked it up and tapped the answer button. "Diana on the line, how can I help you?" I questioned, trying to suppress the disgust in me.

Something whole. This was what they'd been fighting for. This moment. This family. This messy, beautiful, imperfect life. Leo grabbed her nose, giggling. Mira laughed and kissed his forehead. The fireflies danced. The roses bloomed. And somewhere, in a place where ghosts no longer lingered, Victor Delacroix smiled. --- The End.

She goes to the bathroom and gets herself ready. Last night, after John and Michael had left the room, Marianne felt that she had been a burden to everyone. She didn’t move to where she was and had been thinking about a lot of things. The day she woke up at the hospital, she saw Dr Peter Bennett - the doctor that had been tending to her is actually the brother that they all thought was dead. There was also Annie whom she is very grateful for, and then the sudden appearance of a husband, Francois Davidson - the Perfect Soldier.

Even in our most heated arguments, there was always a trace of affection between us, something that held us together. As the weight of this sudden blow crushed him, a voice broke through his spiraling thoughts. His assistant ran up, panting. "Sir, they messed up." "What?" Terence muttered numbly. "The hospital made a mistake with the photos. The victim isn't Mrs. Salinas, but another girl wearing the same dress. Mrs. Salinas only suffered minor abrasions and was already bandaged up," explained the assistant. Terence's heart, which had been tightly clenched in worry, finally relaxed.

Even in my last breath, she is still the content of every beat of my heart even though she is happy with someone else. I looked at the light and smiled holding my chest because I couldn't breathe anymore. With the last drop of tears in my eyes, my heart also stopped beating. "Until we meet again my hope." I uttered the last word and my eyes closed. THE END

Soft gasps of horror and sharp intakes of breath followed the announcement I reached out numbly with bloody hands and closed Maggie's eyes that were still open even without the pupils showing And that was it; She was dead **** Harvey's POV "You're too late" The red-haired woman hissed and my breath caught in my throat when I realized she was holding a heart in her bloody hand No No way It couldn't be I turned to Greyson, watching while frozen with shock and horror as he was coughing up blood while clutching his chest; his chest that now had a gaping hole where his heart used to be

The petals burst open, one after another, until the Purine flower stood fully bloomed, radiant as the moon, glowing so bright it turned night into silver dawn. The pressure shattered. The forest fell silent. The only sound was the ragged, broken gasps of the two women as they collapsed to their knees, their bodies battered, bloodied, trembling. Melinda lifted her head, tears streaking her dirt-stained face. “We… we did it.” Diana, swaying where she sat, managed a bloody smile. “For Chloe.” The Purine flower shimmered before them, perfect and alive, a beacon of hope bought with pain.

I am happy in love. The End.

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

Her feet kicked as she clawed at his hand. Cherry screamed, begging him to let her go, trembling like a leaf. I snapped out of my shock. “Bruce! Please! Let her go!” And just like that—he did. Mira collapsed to the ground, coughing, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Cherry rushed to help her, and the two of them scurried away like rats. I stood frozen, still catching my breath, trying to understand what just happened. I turned to Bruce. “Thank you,” I whispered.