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"Whose ugliness is permanent?" Her chin lifted. "If you think I'll break, then you don't know what being broken feels like." Her words hit a place I didn't expect. I had seen people snap before. But she was different. "Hmmm, you think you are tough, right?" I snickered. "I will break your spirit and make you eat up your words." "You don't want to know how many times I was broken," she smiled. "Simply put, I can't be broken again."

(just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild) Can I just be wild? (just be wild) Without feeling like I'm failing and I'm losing my mind Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful

Because that wasn’t random. That wasn’t guesswork. --- That Was Truth --- Cassian Steps In “Don’t engage,” he said immediately. Her eyes stayed on the screen. “I’m not.” --- But She Is Because just reading it… Was engagement. --- The Final Push Another message appeared. Slower this time. Deliberate. --- The Breaking Line “You know where to find me.” --- Everything Stops The room didn’t notice. The team didn’t react. But Aria did. --- Because She Did Know

“Alright, baby. Let’s go get you a milkshake.” “Yeah!” The girl jumped, tugging excitedly at the door handle. When she realized it was locked, she darted to the other side. Solene smiled, watching her circle the car in the almost empty school parking lot, excitedly trying to open the doors. “Your daughter has an exceptionally natural beauty, ma’am. We’d like to work with her for our brand.” The woman’s words from earlier echoed in Solene’s head, and she never felt prouder of anything.

Emily replied confidently, holding out her hand to Rayden, who then placed the earphones in Emily's hand. Then Emily chose a video with the highest number of views and the most sadistic content. The title piqued her curiosity, so Emily immediately watched the video. In the opening scene, a man wearing a mask and naked approached a beautiful woman with an impressive figure who was lying limply without clothes on a wooden floor.

He was a titan in the field, known for never accepting female students. "How did she manage to convince Mr. Montgomery to take her on as a student?" I asked. "I heard it was because of her incredible talent and relentless perseverance. Her design concepts are unique, and her works are quite innovative." As I was about to approach her, I saw her sway slightly. It turned out she had been working for too long and was feeling dizzy. I immediately rushed over and caught her before she collapsed. She leaned weakly into my arms. She was as light as a feather. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, making her pale face look even more delicate.

Her heart was completely shattered but managed to still ache terribly, her head throbbed as if someone had a vice around it and was tightening it more and more. She moved her head slowly towards the window to her right and stared at the bright morning. She scowled at the weather, how the powers that be dare make today a beautiful day when it should be cloudy with lots of rain, thunder, and lightning. She turned back towards the ceiling staring at it trying to fight back more tears. She was surprised she had any more water left in her for fresh tears.

My mom responded. They hadn’t heard it, or more like they couldn’t hear it. Only I could hear it. It was geared toward us, geared to us specials. Only for our ears. I stared at her on the tv, she was so beautiful. Her eyes were so bright even with the anger hidden behind them. The guys behind her were all handsome and strong looking. Well the exception of a couple who I wouldn’t say were weak but didn’t seem as intimidating as the others. I listened closely as she explained what was happening. The video played on a loop for a few minutes, before our regular show came back on. Each time it played I focused on different parts of what she was saying. Listen to part for humans then the part for

“You can leave it.” She stepped away from the nightstand. “Okay. Thank you.” I walked toward the window and began search for what caught her eye. When I noticed nothing significant, I landed on a realization. “You like the view?” “Umm. Yes. It’s actually beautiful” She clinched the shirt tighter. “…and a little sad.” Her words catch me off guard. I’ve heard plenty of women describe this view. They’ve used the words awesome, charming, beautiful, and even magnificent. But no one has ever called it sad.

Except that she was crazy because, everyone knows, passion has no logic. And then she entered the dilemma with even less logic that if he was so good looking, he probably was no good. More beauty, less character or something like that. And certainly, I objected, using myself as an example. Don't get me wrong or think I'm narcissistic, but my self esteem is in place and I know I'm not ugly. So he told her, “I'm pretty and I'm good. And there? What the fuck is this theory?”. So, Bia countered with “but beauty is relative”, contradicting what she herself had started. If he was handsome and, therefore, no good, how to know if he was really good, if she was beautiful, according only - and only -