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I would reply- It was like hearing every goodbye said to me, all at once. The End. -- Okay, how was the book? Did you like it? Did you loveeeeeeee it?

This cafe, was the only thing I held on to assuring myself that this horrible phase in my life would eventually come to an end and even if things don't go back to normal completely, at least I would be able to walk around freely without strangers pointing fingers at me and calling me a murderer. Unfortunately for me though, my hope is now nothing but ashes. Just like that, the only thing that kept me sane disappeared and all I see in front of me is a burnt down building and another murder case that is bound to add more fuel to the already terrible fire in my life. I don't deserve this. No, I don't. I'm too good a person to deserve so many horrible things. I've never hurt anyone and I never w

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

The door to the restroom opens and Demi steps out into my bedroom. “So, what’s it like being back here?” She asked me. “It’s really surreal. I mean… I can’t explain it. It all feels different.” I pick up a book from my nightstand. Its title reads “Journey to the Center of the Earth”. I let out a sarcastic laugh. It used to be my favorite book. Seeing as how I believe I have lived there for the last two plus years it makes me want to burn this damn book. I put the book down and turn to look at Demi.

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

"Where'd you go?" "Nowhere. Sorry. You were saying?" "I was going to ask about the last chapter. The ending." He turned to the back of the book, to the passage I had underlined in pencil months ago in San Diego, before Evergreen existed in my life as anything other than a name on a contract. He read it out loud, slowly, in the slightly self-conscious way people read aloud when they weren't sure if they were doing it right. The boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

"Take this and you will receive the memories of your parents." "Thank you pr.. I mean Master Ren." Zia grabbed hold and added it to herself. A small circulation and the memories poured in. In a few seconds, she finished. "My parents fought against this thing before. To be precise, the creature that this broke off from. I am happy they kicked its butt." "Heh, yeah." Ren did not have much else to say. He looked around and took in the sights. 'So much devastation.' "Master Ren, can we go now?" Zia was uncomfortable and wanted to go to her new life. Wanting only to remember how it once been and not the destruction that took place. Ren waved his hands and the scenery vanished. "Much better. Do yo

When she went back to her office, she sighed one more time. Ava realized that money is really a disease. A sickness that latches onto people and makes them feel like they are better than anyone. She used to be like that. Maybe not as much as that woman is, but she used to think that she's always better than everybody else. -Flashback- Ava was walking her way to her favorite bookshop. Their car was parked not too far away, so she decided to go alone. She's looking for a new book to buy.

I laughed at Emily’s statement. “I slept great. I am just excited Emily. I am ready to get this nightmare over with and restart my life.” Speaking the words out loud broke my heart a little. The full truth is that while I have been living in Jax’s house, I have not truly been alive merely existing. My heart broke for the woman that I used to be. Once upon a time I had dreams and ambitions. I used to not have any problem sticking up for myself, and it made me feel stupid to have ended up in this whole mess. Back then I never would have pictured myself as a damsel in distress needing to be rescued.

Gerey whispered to Jeyrin who was still below - in concealment as he flipped through the bright, picture-filled pages of the book. “There were once a lot of - your kind here, in this world. I don't know why but you all vanished. As time went on, and the stories had no means of being passed on from generation to generation but through oral means, the stories of your existence along with their vivid descriptions faded and got mumbled.” He got to a page that had ‘BROWNIES’, written in a red, dancing font. He stared at the sketched picture. It was a little similar to Jeyrin - with its legs that had huge, bumpy knuckles and large, hairy ears - not as big as they truly were, though.