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Her thrilled sounded voice became quiet and glum. “Annika?” She asks once more, but Annika did not respond to her sister. Sophia got worried and approached her. Annika immediately hugged Sophia, she wrapped her arms around her waist and buried her face in her chest the moment she reached Annika. Sophia was perplexed as to what was going on with her sister, and then she noticed Annika was already crying.

she nearly cried because now she was only in a towel exposing almost everything, and she couldn't go out because the Casanova might see her and who knows what would happen Sia sat on the bed as she thought about what to do, she looked outside, and the rain was pouring heavily as if the heavens were mad at someone for some reason. A lot of time passed by and Sia was just sitting there waiting for the night to end, she was feeling cold, and the bed wasn't helping no matter how much she tried to put her head down. The sky was continuously crying followed by thunder and life-threatening lightning which no one knew she feared

Wednesday is so much different. Firstly, the weather, since dawn broke, has been very humid. I'm in our homeroom right now, listening to music — a very cool, soothing one — yet I'm fanning myself effortfully with cardboard. Windows are already slid open yet the air of deep freeze we felt in the past days seems to not pass us any sooner. The sun is reigning in the clearest, bluest sky ever. No thread of nimbus cloud can be seen across the heavens. It's disappointing. Now I hope it pours. I regret hoping not to rain yesterday, because it's really irritating to feel this kind of heat.

Unable to understand anything, I shifted my attention towards the lyrics playing in the song. You and I, We're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky. With you, I'm alive Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide. So stop time right here in the moonlight, 'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes. Without you, I feel broke. Like I'm half of a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song.

Darkness loomed over the city as the sunset on the horizon. In mid-Spring, a Slight drizzle made Suho and Kwanghee retreat in the car, watching for Dr. Song to come back. Kwanghee put on some music from the radio. And the voice of Steven Tyler racking the airwaves, singing in a high-pitch tone to the pop song, “I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He couldn’t help but sing to his heart’s content, trying to distract Suho, who was twitching in his seat.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Naega gal gireun naega bakkuji mwo (I’ll change up my path myself) Wigineun gihoero da bakkuji mwo (If you really wanna see me cry) Guji uneun kkori bogo sipdamyeon Yetda nunmul (Fine, here are some tears) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder smoothly took over from Joy and it seemed as if he was warning me through the next set of lines to not take advantage of his sister and her “loneliness” coz he was gonna “swallow up his hate” this time with a warning and “would not get mad”.

As I returned to my hometown, gentle winds brushed my hair, the scent of grass and soil tickling my nose. I'd wandered far away from home in my early years, but time out there had made me wiser. Now, I understood that home was where I chose to stay. A storm had passed, and old leaves had fallen. When spring came, new shoots would sprout. I would be there, basking in the sunlight, while the scent of flowers fluttered in the air. Life was good.

My palms were sweating, but my hands weren't trembling in the slightest. I used to believe that my only place in this industry was standing in Winston’s shadow. Only now did I finally realize that it wasn't because I lacked the ability to shine. It was simply because someone had intentionally kept me hidden in the dark all along. By the time our celebratory dinner concluded, it had started raining again outside. As I walked out of the hotel lobby, I caught sight of Winston standing at the bottom of the entrance steps. He wasn't holding an umbrella. His shoulder was already entirely dark and soaked through, yet his fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle of a long, black umbrella.

Her eyes were red as she stepped forward, one slow step at a time. I almost laughed at the sheer audacity. During the time she was "dead," I slit my wrists. I overdosed on pills. I tried to jump off a building. I must have tried a hundred different ways to kill myself just so I could be with her again. The only person who stood by me through all of it was Lena. Lena told me over and over that she would stay. That all I had to do was turn around. That all I had to do was let go.

He has the hottest groan in the world and I hope to the moon that I never hear it again. I honestly can’t wait for you guys to come back because I can’t face Miss. Weathers alone. All the love and please don’t judge to hardly (Killer). Hailstorm _______________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: Lacy.Lace.Graham@Tomlinson.com