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;'I'll catch a flight, go to the moon Lay on the floor of your livin' room And talk about the things that make you cry I'll never walk into another bar I'll burn these tattoos off my arms I'll go to hell and back if I have to I'll do anything for you' It felt like Milo was singing the chorus to me and here I am with my assumptions but it felt wonderful to see him perform. There were butterflies inside my stomach while Martha keeps shuddering and singing along with the song, while she nudges me every time Milo stares at me while he was singing.

This is how I felt every time I saw and heard her sing and play any musical instrument before. Try to lock me in this cage I won't just lay me down and die I will take these broken wings And watch me burn across the sky Hear the echo saying I... Won't be silenced Though you wanna see me tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless Speechless 'Cause I'll breathe When they try to suffocate me Don't you underestimate me 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless All I know is I won't go speechless

If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand? If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way Through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven Time can bring you down Time can bend your knees Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please Beyond the door There's peace, I'm sure And I know there'll be no more Tears in heaven Would you know my name? If I saw you in heaven Would you be the same? If I saw you in heaven I must be strong

The music from the speakers follows me — too loud, too cheerful. “Don’t worry, be happy.” Perfect. Of all the fucking songs to play today — Nick’s birthday, Joanne’s death anniversary — they pick that one. I unzip and let go into the trough, swaying slightly on my feet, the alcohol swirling my balance into something soft and unpredictable. I stare at the tiles. They blur and sharpen, blur and sharpen. My whole life’s been like that lately.

RECOMMENDED SONG: **POV By Ariana Grande** VIVIANA I felt someone’s boring eyes on my back. Miracle jumped hard in my mind. She wanted control. She wanted out. She just squealed “Mate.” How could I not hear it? My nerves were jammed. It felt like I didn’t exist now. It was just Miracle and the person she squealed for. My mate! I turned around. My hand clutched those handcuffs tightly around Marcus’ wrist. I felt him groan in pain. He was the least of my concern. Emma noticed the change. She had seen my eyes. I know Miracle was taking the front.

A horrible sense of foreboding turning into a full-blown panic attack. “You fight me at every turn. Rebel, disobey and almost get yourself killed. You don’t want this and no amount of me trying hard will change that. You’re never going to forgive me, never going to trust me and you are sure as hell never going to love me the way I love you. I know when something is dead. I promised you the club and you can have it. All of it. Take it. I’m done. I’d rather you were alive and safe away from me than dead because I was too stupid to let you go.”

Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great Tired of the fuckin' hate Stackin' cheese all on my plate So outside of my misery, I think I'll find A way of envisioning a better life For the rest of us, the rest of us There's hope for the rest of us, the rest of us” She thought to herself how these lyrics were so related to her life,”Okay, she keep cryin', she keep cryin' every single night Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe Oh no, I swear to God, I be in my mind Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my- Said I wanna die, yuh No, I'm not alright, yuh I might start a riot I'm so fuckin' tired, yuh”

Chapter 25 - Gluttony Gideon Panic room is busier than it has been in weeks. After Lucifer sent Emmett and me out of our little roundup mission, more people kept showing up. Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor.

Tru Parker - Today "ALONDREA!" A ghostly plea, with the intangibility of a dream within a dream, induced a stabbing panic like I'd never felt before. It sounded far away, perhaps over that hill - the one I could barely make out through the smoky haze filtering through the thick trees. My heart pounded to one thought - Dan-ger-Dan-ger. "A-lon-dre-a!"

It was only after he made sure I was unscathed that he let out a breath of relief. He patted my back soothingly. "You're okay. You're okay." I patted his back in return. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and held me tightly. "You have no idea how scared I was when I turned around and couldn't find you."