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Theo was late. For his own gathering, something that he organised and he was late! Everyone was here except for Cassandra and Marcus, they were here for a brief moment to drop off Jameson, but they said they had their own arrangements they had to attend to. I sat with Azani on my lap and Jameson as we conversed about what people their age talk about. Here I was with my two favourite boys, talking about Transformers. "I think sissy is Optimus Prime," Azani said as he played with his toy figure.

he said his eyes glistening. I nodded about my head vigorously trying to think something but my mind was totally blank. Thing which keeps me sane? Calms me give me comforts? What's it? I closed my eyes trying to remember something. Suddenly Joshua's face came infront of me, how he cares for me, he concerns for me, tell me what's wrong and right, his presence calms me, he comforts me when I need it, he-he is the one who keeps me sane. I opened my eyes and stuttered out "Y-you it's you who keeps me sane."

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa

I said seriously and they both looked at me. My female classmate stood up and gave me a bad look. "And who are you to tell us to stand up huh? You're just a stupid pretentious nerd! Dumb!" "Dumb? Wait, are you talking about yourself? As far as I remember, your grade is all line of 7." My words caused her to be silent.

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me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

From Sarah, who'd been a stage hypnotist, I learned hypnosis techniques. "The mind is more fragile than people think," Sarah told me during our sessions. "Break the right mental barriers, and you can make anyone do anything." After staying in the mental hospital so long, I sometimes wondered if I'd really become mentally ill. The line between sanity and madness had blurred. But touching Alice's ashes around my neck, I regained my clarity. The small pendant was my anchor to reality, to my purpose. During the three years, Marcus tried to visit many times. I could see him through the reinforced windows, pacing in the visiting room.

I stared at the police car in front of me, feeling utterly incredulous. "I'm not gonna smash it! That's a crime!" The system in my mind said coldly, "If you don't self-sabotage, you'll die." I did not believe it at first. Half an hour ago, I suddenly heard the system's voice in my mind. It told me that I was the male protagonist in a tragic story that would end in my death. I would be kicked out after the love of Clara's life, Maxey Tyler, returned to the country.