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On day ten of our cold war, Barry posted a pic—him and Lyla, locked in a kiss. His 'one true love.' I sent in my study abroad application without a word. At our grad party, he strolled in with Lyla, fingers laced with hers, looking at her with all his affection. A friend hesitated. "But what about Amelia? She loves you. You guys are getting married." Barry smirked. "She was just a stand-in. Now that Lyla's back, my fiancée should change too." So I slipped off the ring, handed it over, and disappeared. And he lost it. Tore through everything trying to find me. Years later, he finally did. Saw me with my husband, picking out baby supplies. His eyes went red. "Amelia, come back

The weight of unsaid words and concealed facts hovered in the air like a storm cloud preparing to release its wrath. "Selene," Gabriel repeated, his voice now laced with a combination of skepticism and awareness. "Is it really you?" Selene nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Gabriel, it's me. I've spent my whole life hunting for you." A tense hush crept over the area as the pack members, including Isabella, watched the reunion occur. It was a vulnerable moment, one that had the capacity to transform the dynamics of the pack and the fates of those involved.

But I never got that call. "So when you chased me... you were never really into it. "I could tell you to do anything, humiliate you any way I wanted, and you never flinched. "Because I was just a replacement. You never actually cared about me—so none of it mattered. Right?" Derek looked absolutely crushed. Like being someone's stand-in had dealt him a blow he didn't know how to handle. I didn't answer. I'd said enough. But he kept staring at me like he was about to cry. "So you really... you never liked me at all? Not even a little?"

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."

Christine nervously corrected. Kimberly didn’t know what to think about her reply. She didn’t sound convincing, it was like she was hiding something. “Oh… I'm really sorry about that.” “You don’t have to be dear, it’s now in the past” Christine wiped her tears. She wished Roy could see it that way. #

I stood in the kitchen, dicing some vegetables for the food I was cooking for dinner. I had gotten my first pay just yesterday, and used a small amount for the groceries we needed at home. Everything has just been so strange these past few days. It was nearly as if a magical wand had touched my step father. Suddenly, he was in such a good mood, that he was almost never at home, and when he was, he sat down in the garage welding for people, while humming some Korean old songs.

POV Ruby "We thought that we should welcome our sister back home!" Varg boomed. "Crap" I said and Wolf smiled at me. I looked over and Cassy and Silvia. They both looked as worried as I felt. "Varg." Mom sighed. "In the flesh." he grinned.

She rested on her knees and closed each one of their eyes while she touched her forehead, sternum, and both of her shoulders in a specific order. "She must be Catholic." A girl next to me noted. I hummed and nodded, watching as the girl finished with the last girl and two others dragged the rigid body to lie peacefully next to the others. I didn’t remember what the word Catholic meant but assumed it had to do with whatever the girl was doing. I promised myself that I would remember their faces. Remember their sacrifice. When we started to gather again, I gave one of my spears to Beef and the other to another strong woman- the dark curly haired one who fell in the water.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.