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Fuck I miss them too, I hope they don't hate me. "Well I'm back to work now. I'm actually in Paris, first time that I've been back since we were here together, and my god the whole fucking town reminds me of you. I even went to that little bookstore that I took you to, trying to find a little piece of you to keep with me. I found a book that reminded me of you. It's called 'Finding the joy in the smallest things'. That's what you do, you're grateful for the little things in life, you made me grateful for the small things. I found joy in your laugh, your smile, your presence, even finding this stupid little book. But now that I've started reading it I've realised it's one of those self help b

She was loving the gentle warmth on her cheek that she couldn't help but close her eyes to feel more of it. Méah's memories started flooding back in inside her mind. The people that she loves and values, the people that cares for her, the people that were willing to go through life and death with her—she remembered everything! After this, she felt a heavy pounding inside her chest. And then pain punched her on that part. Inside was her heart that has turned into a black stone. But a red glowing light was making it beat wildly and right now, it was trying to break free, creating small cracks around it, sending the same warmth that Keir's hand gave her.

The decision to embrace a future together, unburdened by the shadows that had kept us apart, marked the beginning of a healing journey—a journey that promised redemption and the rekindling of a love that had never truly died. In the gentle breeze that whispered through the city's streets, I felt a sense of renewal—a rebirth of the love that had once flourished in the shadows of uncertainty. The tears that welled in my eyes were not borne of sorrow but of the overwhelming gratitude for the second chance that stretched out before us like an open road.

And meeting him again, touching him again, had ignited it into an inferno. I laughed harder, the sound more unhinged now, because the truth was too much. The flame that had been my first love had survived every storm, every shard of heartbreak, every drop of bitterness I had thrown at it. It was still there, unwavering, indestructible. My tears dripped onto my lap as I whispered to myself: If he held me again, if he kissed me again, I wouldn't resist. I would surrender without protest, even knowing his heart belonged to someone else.

I have to be able to let my heart live again. It would have been what she wanted, for me to be happy. And Linda makes me happy. It has been months since I felt like my life had any kind of purpose, now I finally feel like I can breathe. I was tortured by pain and grief for too long, I think I deserve to be happy. I really like Linda, my heart goes crazy whenever I see her. I never thought I would be able to love again, or even feel any kind of good emotions, but here I am sitting on this couch as she lays on my chest while a horror film plays on the TV.

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

The word echoed bitterly in her mind. Lydia let out a quiet laugh. It tasted like ash. Five million dollars. That was the price of three years? The price of loving someone who had never once chosen her? The price of pretending she wasn’t breaking every single day? Her fingers stopped trembling. Not because the pain was gone. But because something inside her had gone still. Completely still. “I see,” she said softly. And then she signed. Lydia Hart. The ink settled into the paper instantly. Final. Irreversible.

"How dare you say I cheated on you!" Rosie exclaimed. "Haven't you still come to your senses till now?" Archie chuckled, his expression incredulous. "Come back to my senses?" He repeated. "Did you just say I should come back to my senses?" His voice cracked. "How can I come back to my senses after the very first woman I ever loved betrayed me? How can I heal after what you did to me?" Rosie's expression remained unconcerned.

hurt. Pregnant?...Melissa was pregnant?. Tears started to flow out of Faith's eyes. She now felt absolutely shattered. She could feel her heart clenched with pain. She clenched her palm over her chest trying to calm herself down but the pain was too much. She fell to the ground with her hand over her heart as she broke down with news. She should be happy but she was not....why?...because the love of her life was having a baby with someone else who was not her.