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An arrow hit me right in the chest. The sorrows written in my fate breaking me mercilessly, under the terror of losing my sanity, the horror of hearing what has just happened. What have I done..? The scar given to me will increase from time to time, nothing can save me from this unnerving swamp of repentance and sadness. Overwhelmed by the feeling of this tormenting dejection, the light of hope fades away. No words can explain the depression I am going through, it's endless. “I am so sorry…” I rest my head on Rebecca’s lap to give myself some consolation.

he implored, the gravity of his final request etched upon his weary face. And then, in a fragile moment that seemed to stretch on indefinitely, Fester drew his last breath. The world seemed to hold its breath alongside them, as if paying homage to a life extinguished too soon. A heavy silence settled upon the scene, broken only by the sound of Selena's choked sobs, echoing the profound loss that now enveloped them all. Selena's tears cascaded down her face in an unending stream, an unstoppable torrent of grief and anguish. With each passing moment, her once vibrant eyes transformed, their hue shifting to a mesmerizing sky blue, a reflection of the storm raging within her soul.

Sadie shrieked and sobbed like a madman sensing her forehead being sliced for the eighth time. Gwen grinned listening to the wails and screams from Sadie's face, yes, this is what she expects to see...Just like how she felt when she was tortured and buried alive, "Don't worry...he loves you so much...he will see your inner beauty..and love you forever...Hehehehe.." "Please do. Ahhhhh.....Ahhhhh.." Sadie shrieked in agony, tears dropping non-stop. Gwen had already created a 5x5 cut design on Sadie's head feeling satisfied, she remembered that the man should be coming soon.

Each shared experience, once a source of joy, now carried the weight of longing, a testament to the void left by Sophia's departure. Sandra's grieving heart became a canvas where the hues of sorrow blended with the brushstrokes of cherished moments. The depth of her sadness was etched in the furrowed lines on her forehead and the glistening tears that lingered in the corners of her eyes. The room, once vibrant with the echoes of their shared laughter, now bore witness to a solemn solitude—a space where Sandra grappled with the absence of her dearest friend, finding both comfort and heartache in the fragments of their shared past.

There was a broken heart Trapped in the past It stayed like that and stopped in the end I can feel your warmth My name is on your lips I finally found my color, things are getting clear My emptiness Is getting filled with you I'm not lonely anymore What comforts me What wraps around me when I'm in pain Is all you, it's you, it's you I'm thankful every day What makes me smile again What makes me happy day by day Is all you, it's you, it's you "This is Because It's You by ASTRO, right?" she asked. I just nodded as an answer. "This is r-really good," she added. All I did was to stare at her until the song ended. She was enjoying the music while I was enjoying to watch her.

1 The other picture is of a couple, and looking closely I see that it’s Stefan and what I am guessing is his wife, Sadia. He’s making the silliest face and pointing to her belly and she looks as if she’s laughing. He looks so completely at ease, so happy. Nothing like what he looks like now. I initially thought he was just angry, but now I see that he’s actually grieving. 0

We all watched as pain crossed his features and he reluctantly backed away to give her space. "Eloise," Sadie's voice shook," come here." She opened her eyes that now shined a beautiful shade of orange. Beth backed up closer to Anise as she saw it. Likely afraid the witch was going to lose control of her power. I timidly came forward and peered into the tin. Faded old photos of what looked like a young Sadie and Finn were inside. Along with jewellery and yellowed notes. "Where is the artifact?" I tried sounding neutral but instead sounded scared. Sadie seemed angered, but instead I could taste the immense sadness she was radiating. Finn was doing the same, only he visibly was displaying he h

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"Maybe she's right." His phone buzzed on the desk. He looked at it. A notification. News alert. *Sienna Blake's Latest Work: A Portrait of Heartbreak* He clicked before he could stop himself. The article loaded. A photo of a painting filled the screen. Dark. Chaotic. Beautiful in a terrible way. Blues so deep they looked like bruises. Reds that screamed. Blacks that consumed everything. It was pain. Visible. Raw. Honest. He stared at it. Couldn't look away.

Silvio placed the machine on the table and looked at her chest with a smirk over his lips. "Beautiful..." She heard him muttering as he wrapped bandages over her tattoed chest. Sadie emotionlessly scoffed as Silvio removed the fabric from her eyes. "You can own my body, but not my heart." She muttered with no emotion. Silvio smirked. His fingers wrapped few stray tendrils of her hair around them as he looked into her eyes. "Get ready to lose," ****