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My calm responses seemed to unsettle him, but before he could say anything more, Beverly called out from across the room. “Charles, I’m cold. Come hug me!” He smiled and walked over. “Of course, my little princess.” He took off his jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and held her close, singing her a lullaby as if she were a child. I returned home alone, packed my belongings, and prepared to leave everything behind. After packing, I opened my phone and saw Beverly’s new Instagram post. [The one who loves you will never let you get hurt.] That night, I had the best sleep I’d had in years.

He thinks Carrie and Lydia are my two best friends who teach at the same school as mine. "It's okay, let's go. Think she'll be done by the time I'm there." I turn around and look into his eyes. Gosh every time I look at him I have this feeling of, uhm, this weird thing like my heart is full of... love? "I love you," I tell him softly as he smiles back at me, "I love you too, Sweetheart." Even if he calls me Sweetheart for the thousandth time, I'd still feel giddy all over. So I near my face to his and kiss him lightly on the lips. He pulls me to him that our body crash into each other as he deepens the kiss.

Now he's been humiliated in front of his friends and family! I had no interest in her passive-aggressive remarks, so I shot back, "Didn't I leave my wedding dress for you? Since you're so obsessed with Hades, you should just marry him instead. "I've already given you such a golden opportunity, so how could you waste it just like that?"

“Ouch, my heart… But lucky for me, my heart’s like espresso. Dark, bitter… but addictive.” “More like expired espresso. Smells bad and makes you nauseous.” Nico, sorting coins at the cashier, nearly dropped them as he tried to stifle his laughter. ***

But she still forced a stubborn smile. “Not bad.” Dwyn didn’t hesitate. He drank it in one go. Then his whole body locked up, gaze empty for a beat. Goselle panicked and shoved his shoulder. “Dwyn? Are you okay?” A long moment later, he finally breathed out two words. “So bitter.” Relief loosened in my chest. If he could taste bitterness, he wasn’t beyond saving. I handed him the second cup. He took it, but frowned. “It’s too bitter. Do you have sugar?”

Eleanor I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the taste of betrayal. Bitter doesn’t cover it. Acidic comes close, but even that feels too delicate, too poetic, for what it does to your heart when it detonates in your chest. It started with the scent.

But why did it bother me so much? I glanced down at my cup, hesitated for just a moment—then, without thinking, lifted it to my lips and took a sip from the exact spot where Sera had just sipped. The bitterness was the same. But somehow, there was something sweet lingering there now. *** 120225, Anne Joyce

I love her confidence, envy that quiet kind of power that just parts the way wherever she deems to go. A sultry beat spills from a large crystal taking up a corner. No bard or musician, just rhythm, pulsing like a second heartbeat through the same stones casting light. We settle at the bar. The look I get from the white-haired bartender makes my lips twitch. Bittersweet- just like nibs. The coffee and cocoa hybrid beans softened to snacks. No, I don’t want anyone realizing I’ve hit Naming. Still, it’s frustrating that I can’t even sit for a drink without the glint of suspicion when I’m older than a fair portion of them.

Bo just hums as a reply. It is quiet again. “You can tell me- you can tell me if you need help Bo.” Oscar’s voice is careful, the words softly placed as if he was afraid of the man being insulted. Bo stops his lips on Oscar’s wrist. “I will be okay.” It is an affirmation that he is not okay now, but the assurance that he will be is beneficial. Oscar leans forward, tipping off of his elbow and kissing Bo softly. “I believe you Bradley Jones.” The quotes do not belong to me. They belong to J.R.R Tolkein.

Once I sat engaged and waiting I heard a martyred, extrajudicial sentencing Death - tormentor of my dreams Deep into that darkness sanctioning 'Death!' said I, 'thing of demise.' I awoke and flung the grief My passion is the parched necrosis 'Death!' chuckled I, 'Yes Death!' ~~Theodora Twitty <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Scarlett