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Wiping Away Traces of You
Centuries from now, even if technology advances and cancer becomes curable, please don't thaw me.
"Jess, you were my only connection to this world. Now, that connection is severed, and I no longer care about the world. I've returned to my closet. It's small, enclosed, and safe—just like it used to be. I'll sleep a very, very long sleep, and I don't wish to wake up again.
"Before I fall into that final slumber, let me offer one last blessing to the person I love most. Jess, I wish you a happy marriage. May your life ahead be filled with joy and free from regrets. Yours, Edgar."
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WEIRD FEELING
I felt a wave of DÉJÀ VU
I felt down
My heart almost throbbing out of place
My imagination going wide
I feel my emotions disheveled
My emotions trying to balance
This weird feeling haunting me
I keep praying vehemently
I felt so low
Happy at myself
Disappointed with my feelings
The feelings that refused to go away
I feel so hopeless
I need someone to trust with this secret
Can I find one?
I will keep waiting
Waiting, controlling, and disciplining myself
To keep this feeling at bay
I pray in my heart
To tell the right person
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System Of Blood: To Crave Survival
A fragment of the game's source code, barely readable, written in symbols that hurt to perceive directly.
FUNCTION grief_weaver_class_b EXTENDS anomaly_base { INTENT_TYPE: suffering, loss, attachment_trauma SPAWN_CONDITION: civilian_death + emotional_resonance > threshold PURPOSE: harvest_intent + test_player_compassion ADMIN_LEVEL: restricted }
I understood it the way you understand a foreign language you've never studied…imperfectly, incompletely, but enough to grasp the essential meaning. The Grief Weaver existed to harvest suffering and test whether players would show compassion even when it cost them tactically.
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Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas
And memory is allowed to be soft.
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There was a storm on the thirtieth night.
Rain slammed down like forgiveness no one had asked for.
And I stood in it.
Soaked.
Shivering.
But grounded.
I tilted my head to the sky and screamed.
Not in grief.
Not in rage.
Just because I could.
Because no one was listening from above anymore.
And I didn’t need them to be.
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By the end of the month, the Weave had its first council.
No thrones.
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THE THRILL OF LOVE ❤️
so waiting for that .
happy reading..
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The Wait
Vienna knocked on her son’s door, carrying a tray of soup, but there was no response. She knew her son was not asleep, although the lights were off. She always had a sixth sense about such things, although sometimes she felt it was better to ignore her hunch and deal with it when the time came. She knocked again, calling, “Sky..”. She heard a faint, “hmm” from the room and so he pushed open the door and switched on the lights. Her son was sitting, slumped against the headboard with a deep look of sadness on his face. She sighed and placed the soup on the bedside table and then sat beside Schuyler. She stroked Schuyler’s hair and was glad to see her son lean on her shoulder softly. They sat t
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Reborn with the Promiscuity System: Good Girl No More
Read me, stupid!
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Ready or Not
Ugh, let's leave it all to miny moe!
I clutched hard on the wheels and closed my eyes tightly as I started to sing in a whisper while pointing the screen with my finger. "Eeny meeny miny moe, which of the two should I go...for??" My hands started to shake as I felt a cold sweat dripping down on my forehead. I gulped and opened my eyes slowly, my eyes opening wide in nervousness before calming as I read the word that I had pointed with my finger.
"Automatic."
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Nine Months
I seriously let go of the words.
@Death Wish
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Remembering Liam
I don't deserve love, If she ever forgives me, She's the purest Gem.
This is the third time I read over the word, again and again, it's official I'm a fan of this author. Jamie is a babe for gifting me this book, I can't stop reading or stop crying from the intense amount of sadness.
“Mommy, Are you crying?” Willow was staring at my tear-stained face with a worried look on her face. I was a sucker for sad books and this one right here is my new baby.
“Baby, Can you pass me the tissue?” She handed me the tissue without a word.
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Frequently Asked Questions
The first thing that struck me about this book was how raw and unfiltered the emotions felt. It’s one of those stories that doesn’t just tug at your heartstrings—it yanks them hard enough to make you gasp. I found myself clutching the pages, eyes burning, because the characters’ struggles mirrored so many of my own buried fears. The author has this eerie talent for weaving pain into prose so beautifully that you almost don’t notice the tears until they’re dripping onto the paper.
What really got me was the quiet moments—the protagonist sitting alone at 3 AM, staring at a half-written letter, or the way their hands shook when they finally spoke their truth. It’s not melodrama; it’s life distilled into ink. And yeah, you can absolutely cry. I did, repeatedly. There’s a scene near the end involving an old photograph that wrecked me for days. Books like this are rare—they don’t just ask for your tears; they earn them.
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