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No More Sad Songs - Little Mix 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I panicked immediately, when I heard Gerald's scream. I pushed David, but he held my body. I'm finished. My tears fell, saw the glint of anger and disappointment on Gerald's face. "Gerald ..." I cried, shaking my head.

My heels were high, and I didn't wait for him, walking fast toward the mansion entrance. —- “Hey, watch it. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep…” He didn’t even finish the warning before my heel caught on the cobblestone drive. I pitched forward, hitting the ground hard. My knees screamed in pain, the impact jarring my whole body. A sharp cry escaped me, and I closed my eyes, blinking against the sudden, agonizing sting. Today’s really not my day. But tears were never a thing for me. I wouldn't cry. “I told you to be careful,” he said, his voice flat.

So maybe a part of me just thinks he’s so ridiculously handsome that he fits the bill of my faceless lover. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! “Earth to Zorya! Girl… you look haunted.”Sylvie’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts as she drops into the seat beside me, eyeing me like I’m a walking crime scene again. I don’t even argue or clap back at her! I just sigh, dragging my hand over my face. “I didn’t sleep.”I murmur softly. God I must look a mess for her to even take notice! “Again?”She says and I nod.

My eyes were fixed on the largest screen in front of me, where the rooftop footage of Sadie's death flickered in slow motion and paused at the critical moment. It has been two days since the incident, and yet, every time I replayed the footage, it felt like it was happening all over again: The image of her standing at the edge of the rooftop, her silhouette framed by the city lights, was burned into my mind. Sadie had trusted me. And I'd failed her. But that didn’t matter now. She was gone, and what was left was a mess—a mess that I needed to bury.

But then my demeanor softened when I caught sight of the tears rolling down her cheeks. Fuck! "Daisy, I'm sorry,” my voice was gently. She rolled her eyes and looked away from me. "You're always sorry," she whispered. "I will never be happy here, will I?" Her question caught me off guard, and suddenly, I felt like the evil villain in this story. "I want you to be happy, Daisy." I walked up to her, touching her chin with one hand while I use the other to wipe her tears. “Please don’t cry,” I begged her. “I don’t like it when you cry.”

He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and sorrow, knowing he was unable to ease the pain of those around him. As April’s gentle breathing filled the room, Aiden’s tears continued to flow. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, and the deep sadness of the day’s revelations was a burden he struggled to bear alone. Despite the comfort of April’s presence, the night was a reminder of the losses and heartaches that shaped his life.

DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint I stared at the message on my cracked phone screen until the words blurred. Then I looked back at the mirror. My eyes were so red, pulsing with broken veins. I don’t even know why I’m crying anymore. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had to do this. I’ve been a "jack of all trades" for the worst people in this city for two long years, but finally, it’s ending. Maybe that’s why the tears are coming. The relief feels as heavy as the fear.

He enquires, and I smile and nod a little. "Actually, I am." Blake leans forward, smiling. He laces his fingers on top of the table and looks at them for a long moment before lifting his eyes to mine. "I know this is going to sound really odd, but that day we had that meeting, I noticed a deep sadness in your eyes; even right now, you're trying your best to mask it, but I saw and still do see so much misery in your eyes." He states and smiles faintly, dropping his gaze from mine.

“Nah. I’ll stay the whole day. Even if my lockdown is over, it doesn’t mean I want to go out and dance in the rain to celebrate my current freedom.” He thought I just amazed him. His eyes gleamed with humor. “We can go shopping, then have lunch or dinner later.” He went to another foot, then my legs. “Tempting, but I pass.” “Cute feet.” “I’m still mad at you.” “I know. I can feel it everywhere, in you. You shielded yourself more than before. Just let me make it up to you, Sadie.” “I don’t keep grudges. It’s like a disease, cancer. It will eat you alive. Considering we don’t know each other, and we are still here, not choking each other’s throat, I take it as a win.” I lay on my back.

He stayed curled up under the covers, trembling like a tiny quail, his hands clamped over his mouth to muffle his sobs. A tidal wave of hatred and despair crashed over me. 'Why is Bill so irresponsible? Why does my baby have to suffer like this?' But I was dead—powerless. 'Luca, it's all my fault. Mommy failed you.'