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I asked, concerned. “I’m in Heaven,” Steven said, smiling. “I couldn’t be better.” “So there is a Heaven?” A broad smile lit his lips. “Oh, yeah. And it’s more beautiful than you can imagine.” I smiled, happy for him. He was finally at peace. In my heart, I knew that I could let him go. “I love you, Steven.” “I know,” he said, smiling. “I love you, too.” He pulled me in for one last hug and whispered into my ear, “Close your eyes.”

There will be times where she still despairs about it but we are here to help her through it. END OF FLASHBACK I pushed those thoughts away as I made my way to the holding cells. I stopped in front of a cell. ‘I never imagined you paying me a visit, Rosé’ ‘Steven… being behind bars is a nice look on you’ ‘I not sure I agree with that’ he chuckled ‘but it’s what I deserve so I won’t complain’ ‘Was it really worth it?’ ‘Am starting to wonder that myself’ ‘You’re a smart guy. Surely you couldn’t have thought this was going to work? Taking over humans? Come on that’s a pipe dream’

"Don't worry, bae. You have talent and capability. This failure is just a temporary obstacle. I'll always be by your side." Steven let out a heavy sigh, his face filled with sadness and uncertainty. "I don't know if I can keep trying." Emma leaned in closer, looking into Steven's eyes with unwavering support. "You're stronger than you think, Steven." "Thank you, bae. We should get some rest. I'm exhausted," Steven whispered, planting a gentle kiss on Emma's lips.

Chapter 39 “Seriously, old man?” Steve looked at the dark never ending outer space and heard a tongue clicking sound. “Who are you calling old man?” “Obviously, it’s you” Steve said shrugging his shoulders, doing some flips in the air and a series of laughter echoed. “I guess, you need to go back to the former planet and no need to continue watching Adina and her family” once he heard that, he felt his heart skip a beat in fear.

You always want what you can't have. My voice echoed through the venue, carried to every corner by the speakers. Terrence's face turned pale. He opened his mouth to explain, but I didn't give him the chance. "To you, the unattainable is always the most desirable. But once you have something, you never cherish it. Someone like you doesn't deserve to talk about love at all." In the end, Terrence walked away, looking utterly lost and broken. I thought that would be the last time our paths ever crossed in this lifetime.

They disappear, and then reappear before his message finally comes through. Michael: Sorry, I have to work late. This isn’t uncommon so I try not to freak out or make assumptions. Me: I can bring dinner to you. Michael: Don’t worry about it. The group is going to order take out. Me: Oh okay, I love you. My last message shows read but he doesn’t respond. I can’t help but feel defeated after our exchange. My mind starts to spin all these different scenarios, each one worse than the other. I message B and update her on my brief conversation, if we can even call it that, with Michael.

He stood by the window, dazed and unhinged. Then he spoke. "I love you so much, Astrid." I felt no longing in my heart as I turned and drifted away. —I no longer love you, Keith.

When I thought maybe they would stop this stupid stunt, one with the pink shirt was able to escape Alex’s grip and punched his enemy’s head, causing the three of them to fall on Steven’s sound system. The music stopped and many gasps, mixed with cheers and yelling filled the room, as I began to wonder how I could stop this madness before someone got seriously hurt or something got broken. The answer was simple--I was already late because my step-brother’s angry voice raised above the noise. “It’s destroyed, you fucking fools! You two, out of my house! Vanish!” Steven yelled, tugging at his golden hair. “The rest of you, ignore this accident. I will think of some way to bring the music back.”

“But you’re just another player in the game, whether you admit it or not. And trust me, Mel, you’re out of your league.” I leaned forward, meeting his gaze head-on. “Maybe I am, Steven. But at least I’m not afraid to stand up for what’s right. You can threaten me, manipulate Lisa, and play your little power games, but it won’t change the fact that you’re wrong.” For a moment, there was a tense silence between us, the kind that felt like a coiled spring ready to snap. Then Steven stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “This isn’t over,” he said, his voice low and ominous. “You’d do well to remember that.”