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Alexandra looked about ready to break into sobs. "It's more than a million little paper cuts now, Prea. I love him, I love him so much... He might as well had just stabbed me in the heart, killed me right then and there." Prea gasped. "I gave him my whole life, my heart, and he just shoved it back into my hands like it was nothing, like it wasn't the most brave and important thing I had ever done, give myself completely to him. Open up to him. How can I just move on when I still want to be with him, when I love him so much and I want to be beside him all the time. I'm so stupid..! So so stupid!! How could I do such a thing to him, I ruined everything!" Prea had gotten off the bed by then, no

If she is left here for long she is going to be damn sick. "I can't believe I'm going to die in the silence" she muttered, mocking her condition. She has always fantasized, dying in a music concert, so she could shake her body till her last breath. She stood up and tried to find her way around the room but she stumbled on something and fell on the floor twisting her ankle in the process. "Fuckkkkk" she cried out. Adriana might be strong, stubborn and annoying but one thing she can't deal with is silence it eats her up faster than any poison. Darkness breaks her more than a chemical would.

Kayola finished and hugged Petra for a couple of seconds before leaving with Devilio. *************** PRESENT DAY Alexis really misses Kayola even though she is honestly happy that her friend has a better room and is on her way to living a better life. She, on the other hand has no idea when her life will change for the better. Every day, she prays to the moon goddess to bring all this suffering to her end, but to be honest, it looks like the moon goddess has gone on vacation or something. Alexis knows that Kayola has a plan but it will take a long time before it is executed. She is just really sad because it looks like her ordeal with Arthur will never end. At this point, she is emotionally

" I sat there clutching my injured wrist, while my heart felt as though it were splintering. This was the man I once loved, the one who promised to protect me for the rest of my life, yet he had secretly wished for my family to die. I forced myself to stand. "So that was your plan all along." Seeing the resolve on my face, Jeremiah turned away and avoided my gaze. "Jeremiah, I was wrong about you. I accept all the suffering I endured, but I won't marry you. It was a serious accident. Even if you try to stop me from investigating, do you think no one else will look into it?"

But in this case, in this kind of conversation, we do both at once, and as the discussion continues we do them with growing intensity: we pay attention to what is being said with almost melodramatic emotion and at the same time we become more and more immersed in the solitary well of our meditation. This increasing disassociation cannot be sustained in a permanent balance. For this reason, such conversations characteristically reach a point when they suffer a paralysis and lapse into a heavy silence. Each speaker is self-absorbed. Simply as a result of thinking, he isn’t able to talk. Dialogue has given birth to silence, and the initial social contact has fallen into states of solitude.

And just like that, everything shifted. “Fuck…” I muttered, leaning back slightly, my head hitting the pillow as I stared at the ceiling. Alexandra. Of course it’s her. Because who else? Who else walks into your life like a storm, kisses you like she owns you, tells you she poisoned you, and then casually leaves like she just dropped a warning? That woman didn’t lie. She just didn’t explain. “She got me…” I whispered under my breath, a dry laugh escaping me that didn’t even sound like mine. “She actually got me.”

Tom asked without stopping his pace. "Andreas knows. And I need your support, Tom. You were the first person to help me before I even knew who I was," Andien said reasonably. "I can't believe you don't have a male friend to work with," Tom grumbled. "I don't know any other men. My first man was Kenan, but he broke my heart," Andien replied quietly. "Are you serious?" "I am serious." "Why do you want to break up with Kenan and get involved with me?" Tom asked, demanding Andien's honesty.

Life was spontaneous. Grace craved redundancy, simplicity, and, well, ordinary. But when midnight rolled around, her mind still hadn’t settled in regards to the vampire. Giving up, she returned to the kitchen, grabbed the book, and prowled to bed. She promised just a few more passages, just a few pages... damn it, then she’d start craving redundancy again.

My mind replays the night, every glance, every word, every unspoken truth. It was a mistake. Didn’t feel like one. I push open my door and step inside, relief washing over me—until I see it. A slip of paper, sitting neatly on my pillow. My stomach drops. With shaking hands, I unfold it. Stop pretending. We see everything. The words blur as dread sinks its claws into me. Someone knows. About me. About Jace. Maybe about both. The kiss wasn’t just alive. It was a weapon waiting to be used. And I had no idea when it would strike.

She was tired and exhausted from all the events. She wept with no restraint. Sabrina never liked crying but when she did it meant she had finally been broken from the inside. She always showed a strong front but deep down she was weak,vulnerable,broken. She was tired and wanted an escape from everything thing. it had already been hard enough for her to not cry at the thought of what they did to her mom and now there is a new sudden change and she wanted to strangle Eric right now. She cried until her eyes were puffy and sore. the redness in her eyes showed how much and how long she had cried.