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“What’s that?” The strumming stopped, and he looked up, a shift in his countenance. “The photographs in my mind are one thing. I see their faces. That’s… troubling. It’s not the worst of it. But every time I close my eyes, I distinctly see each of them. A woman with short, curly hair. A man with some sort of wrap on his head, his face frozen in anguish. Literally frozen. A little boy, maybe six, clinging to a woman I presumed to be his mother. A baby wrapped in layers of blankets and nestled between an arm stiff with frost and a bosom that would never feed the child again. Their faces are haunting, and they are everywhere. Despite that daily terror, it isn’t the worst.” “It isn’t? What is it

Ava sat in her room, surrounded by memories of happier times, her eyes fixed on a picture of her and Lisa, taken on their graduation day. They were beaming with pride, their smiles radiant, their eyes shining with hope for the future. Ava's gaze lingered on Lisa's face, her heart heavy with grief, as if the weight of the world was crushing her. She couldn’t just take it anymore. Tears streamed down her face, like a river overflowing its banks, as she remembered the laughter they shared, the late-night conversations, and the dreams they had for their future.

I cry out loudly but the next one hits me hard again and cuts off my scream. The next hits get harder and faster and leave stinging pains behind. A few tears start falling down my face as I realise Master has gone over 20 and is still going. The pain starts to become unbearable as a sob leaves my lips and I think about safewording. "Red!" I shout as my body shakes violently and my vision is blurred with tears. I sob again as I hear the whip hit the floor and feel Master quickly untie me. "I'm so sorry slave I didn't- I couldn't stop myself," he says as he gets the chain down and turns me around to look at my face. He wipes my tears away and kisses my lips gently.

Reaching for it. Then it hits me. I’m pulled into a vision, and the sadness that surrounds me is overwhelming- I feel hopeless, drowned by sorrow, like I can’t breathe. I’m in a large room; the great room of the Summervale packhouse. There’s a coffin with a woman lying inside, and a much younger looking Alpha Anders stands beside it as people file through to pay their respects. A young boy stands next to him, and though he’s probably ten years younger in the vision than he is now, I can tell it’s Theo. He’s stone faced, showing no signs of emotion as he wrings his hands in front of him. A little girl is beside him, her hazel eyes shiny with tears. Quinn. I feel like my heart is cracking open

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

That looked like an impossible thing for Skyla. "Who could have imagined the most powerful Lycan could feel so sad that his anger would fail to kill his sadness? Skyla was shattered seeing him shattered and thought, "How can someone be so helpless, and that too Lycan Lucas? I just can't believe this!" Skyla's heart ripped into pieces and she had tears homing her eyes when she saw Lycan Lucas' different avatar. His face went small because of sadness. His face that would be as cold as ice was now holding a frowning look.

Or maybe it was me. Lucas stood frozen, unmoving. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away with trembling fingers. “Even if I were truly guilty, these five years have cost me everything—my parents, my brother, five unborn children, and the betrayal and torment from the man I loved! “No crime, no matter how grave, could demand greater penance! And the truth is, I didn’t kill Grandma!" The sobs tore through me before I forced myself to steady. "I’m exhausted. Now that you’ve seen the truth, just… leave."

He sighed again. “I swear to God, if you would just listen-” “No.” I cut him off again. “I’m done listening.” He stared at me. I stared right back. Then I said the one thing that had been sitting in my chest all morning. “You know what’s sad?” He frowned. “What?” I shook my head. “The fact that seeing those pictures didn’t even shock me anymore.” That made him go completely still. I continued anyway. “That’s the saddest part.” I shrugged.

Crawling under one and curved herself, tightened the doll to herself she fell asleep in an instead by been full after so long. Yet, still tear float down her closed eyes remembering her only friend lying in blood and smiling for her even in her times of agony..... A scene Loathefiya blamed herself. She could only think if only Naha didn't take her along she could have lived herself tonight, sleep in her own bed and wake up the next morning on her own. Death came because of she loved her that's why she died..... the only thing she could think of cry. The next morning, she woke up and found the same cat sleeping there. She went up on the same garbage tank, the food there were now all cold been

I believe it was called a selfie. They looked so happy, so in love. I imagine if they were both still alive that we would take pictures like this together. A tear drops on the picture and I wipe my cheek. I kiss the picture and place it back gently as I close the album and sigh, looking at the flames again. I have slipped into depression. Being here at home is making me worse. The reality of what has happened and is happening hits me hard, making me cry harder. The ache grows worse and if I could, I would end it all.