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Gently laying my head on his chest, seeking warmth and the comfort of his nearness, I plead with the powers that be hoping, praying, with a fervor that the big man upstairs is listening, holding hope that he hasn’t abandoned us in our dire time of need. Just once more, I ask that his divine influence reaches us, sparing a moment to grant us solace and protect his precious children from further sorrow. Amid this ocean of despair, a miracle quietly unfolds. As if from a dream, I feel a gentle rub against my head, a familiar touch that instantly pulls at my heartstrings. In a voice soft yet undeniable, a whisper flows through the air, "No more tears, baby girl. I'm okay now, so stop crying and

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He turned back and quickly banged the door behind him with a very loud sound . * * Gbooooom ! * * and then went back to where he was sitting . Bryan looked at him, and noticed it was Mira at the door, because, he could only do that to her after what happened initially . Mira was shocked at the loud bang of the door,, but she still did not give up, she then said ... "Please babe... let's talk and trash this thing ones and for all ... come open and let me in please ... you know I truly love you, right ... ? "

“Fine. You know I’m easy to talk to. Go to the address I’ll send you and make sure you’re not with anyone and you don’t tell anyone else, otherwise you’ll never see Miracle again.” “Ronald?! Ronald?!” He ended the call again. I quickly opened the new picture message that Ronald sent and when I saw it, it was as if all the blood flowing through my body disappeared. Miracle’s picture with a bomb attached. I tried to call Ronald’s phone number but it was immediately out of coverage.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

She always tells me stories about them. I could remember the story she told me when I was fifteen. It was about a young girl of my age, then, who would try to save her world. She would not have any supernatural powers. And I remembered I asked her; "so how will she survive all the problems?" "She needs friends...she need you. She need to discover her powers." Was all Mom said and I remained confused. She had once told me this same story when I was about six years of age. I always wondered why she repeated the same story.

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

With Emily here, maybe I could finally confide in someone. “I’ve got something to tell you,” I said, unlocking my phone. “What is it?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. “Hm, lately I’ve been receiving strange texts,” I began, scrolling to the newest notification. "Strange texts?" she asked, her tone serious now. "You know what? Let me show you," I said, opening the message. But the content froze me in place. The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor. My breath hitched as tears blurred my vision.

She resembles a scared little girl. My heart hurts for her. My phone pings with an incoming message. It’s from a strange number, but I instantly realize who it is when I read the first line; “Little Caramel, Remember, when I said I would go to any lengths to make you mine? I hope you’re enjoying the chaos.” Once I read the last line, the message mysteriously disappears. I kid you not, I end up searching my entire incoming message history but the message has truly disappeared. Poof! Just like that. It’s like black magic.