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I called after her. “Do you know what today is? It is our seventh wedding anniversary.” Vera stopped, and her voice sounded flat and calm. “I know. Austin kept pushing, and I did not want to make him sad.” The door shut behind her with a sharp click, and their voices drifted back through the wall. One of them said, “Stupid rainy day. It got my sneakers all dirty.”

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

When he spotted me standing at the fork in the road, he frowned in confusion. "Caroline, weren't you supposed to wait for me at the foot of the mountain? We were going to get our marriage license tomorrow. It won't be easy making another trip down now that you've come back." I lowered my head and looked at my heels, where the skin had been rubbed raw from all the climbing. He was right. It hadn't been easy. For the sake of a single promise from him, I had gone down the mountain and back up seven times. I fought back the sting in my nose. "Today. We agreed to get our marriage license today."

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

He had lowered himself completely. "Don't be angry, all right, Ava?" Like a magic trick he produced a small bullet casing and waved it in front of me. "I chased you for seven whole years. When you agreed to be mine you gave me seven casings. You said if I ever made you angry, I'd get seven chances to make it right." He buried his face in my neck. "You know I was out of my mind happy that day. Take the casing. Don't be angry anymore."

Someone at our college reunion suggested a game of Yes or No. By the time it was Luca Moretti’s turn, we were all a few drinks in. Even the men stationed outside the private dining room had relaxed a little. For one evening, everyone seemed willing to forget that the quiet boy from our finance lectures now ran the Moretti crime family. Chloe Russo glanced at me, something bright and knowing in her eyes, and dropped a handful of screenshots into the reunion group chat. They were from my private account. Seven years of loving Luca in secret, carefully preserved in 1,832 posts. “Elena says you’ve been together for seven years.” She tipped her head toward him. “Yes or no?” I looked at him before

" Now you listen to me and listen to me good, you'd better take your sorry ass and that thing, you claim is mine out of here. This better be the last time you show your filthy self here or else I will end you. ~~~ End of flashback ~~~ I'm here again, I'm back here again. I take a step back as the words play repeatedly in my mind, I feel my eyes well up as it sinks in that I am here, where I was humiliated and kicked out. I am back here as if nothing had happened and that is wrong. The ice cream slips from my hands when I'm hit with the memory of Mr Cullen, dragging me out and I landing on the ground. I almost lost the baby because of that.

97. Seven . Mikolaj . - Guess what’s worse than someone being missing for five days? Try seven. Riley Adams has now been gone for a full week while the cops are wasting time chasing wrong leads. I have all the resources. Yet, I’ve never felt this helpless. Their interference is deterring me from figuring out her whereabouts.

Every hour every minute every second You know night after night I’ll be lovin’ you right Seven days a week You love when I jump right in All of me I’m offering Show you what devotion is Deeper than the ocean is Wind it back I’ll take it slow Leave you with that afterglow Show you what devotion is Deeper than the ocean is It’s the way that we can ride It’s the way that we can ride Think I met you in another life So break me off another time You wrap around me and you give me life And that’s why night after night I’ll be lovin’ you right Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Seven days a week Every hour every minute every second You k

"Why? Don't you love me anymore? Have you fallen in love with someone else, Winter?" "No, I didn't fall for someone else," I blurted without thinking. Scratching my itchy scalp, I inhaled and exhaled. "Please leave, Seven. I can't think straight with you here. I'll call you once I make a decision." Seven didn't say anything or move an inch. After a good minute, he slowly got up and said softly, "Okay, if you want time, I'll give you more time. Just don't keep me waiting for too long, Winter. Remember, I can't live without you."