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I muttered, wiping my tears as I locked the tablet and set it aside. She turned around and sat beside me with an arm around my shoulders. “Are you… I mean… do you remember? Do you know who you are and what you’re supposed to be doing?” I nodded stiffly. “Yeah… I remember now. I remember it all… and part of me wishes I didn’t.” She frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?” I sighed. “I can’t tell you. Something… it’s personal. I’ll trust you this far. Do you want the crash to be over? For everything to be fixed?”

"What's wrong with my face? Am I not beautiful enough?" Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the shattered remnants of a life once filled with love and laughter. The shattered glass and twisted metal served as cruel reminders of the wreckage left behind by a love that had soured. The room, once a sanctuary, now mirrored the chaos and devastation that consumed her soul. Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Look at this room! Look at what you've done to me!" she shouted, her voice carrying the weight of her shattered dreams. "How could you do this to me, Kendrick? How could you choose her over me?"

I look at my shaking hand and i try to stop it from shaking like this but alas, he messed me up, he ruined me and nothing will change that. I curl it into a fist, my nails digging into my palm, so hard that it pains but i don't stop. "I am okay, everything is okay." I whisper to myself, again and again to keep myself from breaking down, "It'll be okay." I say. But deep down, i know it won't. I close my eyes when i hear a loud glass shuttering sound from behind me, it was followed by loud thud of slamming a door shut. I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me.

To treat a packmate like a broken tool. I opened my mouth to issue the order to Tade to clear the room. But before the first syllable could leave my throat, the heavy stained-glass windows above the altar shattered into a thousand silver shards, and the sound of explosive cross-bolts tore through the stone hall.

My voice cracked into yells, screams, curses I didn’t even know I had in me. He didn’t stop. He didn’t soften. He drove me harder, like he wanted to brand me into this glass, like he wanted me to never forget how he looked when I shattered under him. And I let him. I gave him everything. My voice. My tears. My shame. My need. I was undone, shameless, shaking and pleading for more even when my body was splintering apart. When I broke, it was catastrophic. I screamed, clawed, sobbed, my body collapsing against him even as he kept going, wringing me dry. He held me there… against the mirror, against myself… until I was nothing but fragments in his hands.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.

I broke my promise for the very last time. “Carry out the order or I will absorb you as well.” The Tree commanded. “This is for the greater good.” “Soul Shatter.” Eldon whispered.

I try to forget it every time I see you, I see you I thought I could do it without it Now I know I need you, I need you This is turning into some kind of fucking amnesia, I need you Memories fade away Love is so crazy So break me and do it again tomorrow I almost forgot who we are I'll let you drive me crazy for another day Isn't this love madness, madness? Yeah... His fingers stopped playing the piano, he slowly moved them away, looking at the keyboard as his tears fell onto it. He touched the keys, frowning, his gaze fixed on one of the photographs. He took it in his hands and simply threw it towards the large window, watching it fall outside. He ran his hands through his hair, gasping, fa

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.