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I held her tracksuit close to me and started crying again. **Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly** *

‘Heavy Figure? My eyes opened wide not minding the sunlight as reality hit me. I was supposed to be at Tobi’s family get together and this doesn’t seem like a get together to me. I breath out in relief after I saw I was fully clothed. Sleeping with another man would ruin my chances of getting back with Zach, call me pathetic but I really do want to come back with my ex. “Pumpkin” A rough low yet sexy voice called out, his hands which were formally around my shoulder pulled me closer to his chest while mumbling some things I couldn’t hear.

"Mom, no one has the courage to wheel Matilda out, so let me do it. I know that she'd never hurt me." Mom didn't trust me, of course. She stayed close to Charlene every step of the way. Under the crowd's watchful eyes and muttered curses, we left the hospital and headed to the police station. Along the way, Mom took a phone call. Charlene leaned close to my ear, feigning intimacy, but her words were venomous. "Matilda, I didn't expect Mom to love me this much. Who knows if even your death will be enough to shake her now."

I break so hard my wheels Skit "what the fuck did you just say ?" You think I don't know I saw the conversation on your phone I have screenshots you keep quiet, and I keep quiet "you are such a bustard " Yes I don't deny that I am just protecting my secret , the love of my life he doesn't deserve the backlash if this gets out " I don't even know who that guy in your ass was I saw his dick thou I Bet I can recognise that " I tell him smiling with malice. He goes quiet for minute " i

“Stay with me.” And then everything went still.

" Get off me. Let me go", Edith screamed. The tears streamed down her pink plump cheeks. It was just after five o clock and the sun was setting rapidly on this cold winters day. The wind blew gently and the smell of snow lingered in the air. Edith stayed late at the school park with Connor, her best friend because she didn't want to go home to her misfit family. Although she loved her family dearly, they were indifferent towards her. Everyone was, always calling her a weirdo. Edith never understood why. Maybe it was because things that cannot be explained, happened when she was angry or upset. But it could always be a coincidence. She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in a

And the wick on that candle will never be the same again; it will be black, some of it burned away forever. It can be lit again, but after another breath, there’s even less of it than there was before. Over and over again that light would be blown out till there is nothing left. I’m that candle. I’m at the end, and with just one more breath I will be gone. There will be nothing left of me. There’s no coming back after that. I’m alone and I’m on my last breath. But then I look at Blake and he makes me want to try to find that light again.

I have loved you since approximately week three when you complained about my music with your professional face on at seven in the morning and I thought, there she is. He almost smiled. I have been patient about it. You have, she said. You took your time, he said. I did, she said. She turned her face slightly into his hand. But I am here now. Completely here. No part of me is somewhere else. No part of me is managing anything. I love you and I am in the room and the door is behind me and I am not going anywhere.

“My break's almost over. You should get my number from Erin and text me your address later” “Alright?”.

I devoured them almost instantly, at how hungry I was. The night fell soon, and it was time for Amber- yes I got to know her name- to close the shop. Now, the question arises where would I stay the night? “Do you have a place to stay, dear?” I shook my head. Her smile upturned down, “I live with my roommate sharing the place. Where will I have you to stay?” she mumbled the last part to her herself but I heard. “Can I stay here? I will close the shop and can open it early in the morning also.” She looked unconvinced. I didn’t expect her to agree at the bizarre idea.