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He read it silently. Then looked at her. “They moved my departure again.” Her heart sank. “When?” “Four days.” Lela stared at him. “Four?” He nodded. “That means we have three days.” Jack looked devastated. “I know.” Lela looked down at her hands. Three days. She had imagined seven. Now they had three. She took a slow breath. “Okay.” Jack looked at her. “Okay?” She nodded. “We have three days.” He reached for her hand. “And we're going to make them count.”

we'll celebrate properly when we're back** And I should probably feel bad about the implied criticism, but I don't. Because I already celebrated in the way that actually mattered. This is enough. They're enough. This moment is everything to me. ***** Around midnight, we’re all lying on the living room floor with the lights dimmed and the movie playing but nobody’s really watching it. Kai has his arm around me. Ezra’s on his phone. Mason’s just staring at the ceiling. "This was good," I say. "Thank you. All of you. This was actually perfect."

But eventually, whenever I got upset about Hazel, he would just look at me like I was being completely unreasonable and say, irritably, "I was willing to die for you. I literally threw myself in front of a truck for you. Isn't that enough? Why can't you just trust me a little more? Mia, when are you going to learn to be more understanding and stop making a big deal out of everything?" That time, after he said that, he slammed the door and left. I sat on the couch, crying until my eyes were swollen, and started questioning myself. Was I really being too sensitive? Was I really being too petty? Then, half an hour later, I saw Hazel's post. It was a picture of her and Grayson holding hands at t

That evening, after her mother put Belle to bed and Spencer helped her clearing the remaining dishes from the kitchen island, the conversation once again slipped to the inevitable reality ticking away on their phones. Spencer leaned against the marble counter, holding a glass of wine and looking at the perimeter fence beyond the window, where the motion detectors were blinking with a faint rhythmic green glow. "You know," Spencer said quietly, swirling the red liquid in his glass. "The people out there are preparing for Black Friday sales, planning Christmas parties and arguing about holiday travels. They have no idea." Madison leaned against the counter next to him, looking at the same dark

Everyone said my wife and I were deeply in love. Even after she had built a successful career and founded her own music company, she still came with me to my hometown for the Christmas-New Year's holiday and handed out lavish presents to all the younger relatives. Only I knew that she was no longer the woman she had once been. After we had a few rounds of drinks, my younger cousin started clamoring for karaoke. While Regina Lockwood was in the bathroom, I took her phone to queue up some songs for everyone. That was when I noticed the music app was still open to a shared listening session. One account, its avatar a comic-book hero, had spent more than 2,600 hours listening together with

I already picked the movie we will be watching tonight. "The Fault In Our Stars". It's the first movie we have watched without actually starting to chat in the middle and ended up not seeing the ending at all. It grabs our attention from the start all the way to the end. When the movie finally comes to an end, Riana is crying her eyes out. Karla rolls her eyes. "Men are trash!" Riana glares at her. "What!" "Did Gus have to die first before Hazel Grace? He couldn't let her die fast? What happened to the 'Ladies First!' type of men? Ugh!"

I lay my head down on my pillow, exhaustion making my limbs heavy. It is only eight o’clock, but after the week I have had, I feel shattered. I am alone, as I have been most of the week. Taylor has been preparing for his trip to South America, and so he has been leaving most mornings before I have woken up, and arriving after I have fallen into bed. I suggested that he stay in London, but he insisted that he wanted to sleep beside me each night. Our argument, still unresolved, has been the pink elephant in the room that we are both studiously ignoring while pretending everything is fine.

*PART 3 * POV Millie The days leading up to today were simple really. I sat in the hotel suite going over my thoughts in my mind on a decision but honestly, the decision has always been simple, it’s him. No matter how hard I fight, it’s him.

he responded Vanessa nods closing her eyes. Vanessa looked directly at the blue sky as Xavier walk around her gathering things. The events of the previous day were finally hitting her. She had killed a man without second thought. She had killed a man. The same way Drew had taught her “We need to get moving.” Xavier said breaking her from her thoughts. He offers his hand and pulls her to her feet and he leads the way. They walk quietly through the trees until they get to what seems like a path. The grass looked like it had been trampled down by numerous feet.

“Good morning team. While some of you slept, others were busy. As it stands right now, Trevor, Ash and Ruby all have passed their ultimate test. Congrats to you three. There will be a party in three days once Hector has finished his last test. Since you need a part two Hector, we made it a long one. You will have three separate tests for three days. The rest of you can relax and enjoy three days off. Hector, let's go.” “Yes Sir.” Says the team. Rex and Hector head back down the stairs to the basement. “We have three on death row and the rest we have to feed and clean as well. We must question another group. With you mostly done with your training, you get to help with all the prisoners,” or