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I said, looking down. "Really, what is it?" You know you can tell me anything, right? Is it money?" "I know, but it's not money. The thing is, I don't really know how to say it. It sounds really weird," I said, sounding worried "Lexi, just say it anyhow. 'I promise not to get mad,' she said "Hmm, are you sure??" "Yes, trust me," she replied "Hmm, ok, well, the thing is I want a threesome, and I want it with you," I said

I didn't hear him say anything so I sensed he had left, I Looked up at the clock hanging in my room and I could see the time was six o'clock in the evening. Grabbing my sheets slightly as I rolled on the bed, I picked up an old novel I saw recently and I flipped open to the page I stopped at the last time I read. I needed to escape from reality and dive into my perfect world, flipping three pages through the book my hands settle on my boob. I oiled my fingers with my saliva and flipped open the next page. My eyes read through the lines and the one which caught my heart, " I wish he was the one..but sometimes what's meant to be will always be.

Take time to help others then you will do a great job in your life. Since the day I got the news, I've listed down the things I want to do before...you know. you reading this means two things, one, I'm no longer there, beside you. Second, there are unfulfilled wish that I want you to fulfill it. Do it for both of us, please. Live your life a little as I did. There is a warning though, don't move to the next page unless you have fulfilled the one on the previous page. Take it slowly my dear. Once the wish has already been fulfilled, you have to take a picture. I'm looking at you from up here, remember that!

I just wish… I just wish this tense air between us would go away. I miss the sound of her laugh, the spark behind her chocolate brown eyes, the way everything about her body makes my heart sing. I know she’s angry with me, and she has every right to be, but God do I wish I could turn back time and tell her the truth before it was too late.

My toes curl in growing fear as he details the growing insanity that I am expected to experience, the darkness that is meant to be second nature to me. This can’t be right. I’m not some monster. But the kind of detail written in here speaks of someone who has experience. I slam the book shut, my heart racing, not wanting to read more. “I’m not insane,” I say loudly to the empty room, my voice uneven. “Right?” It’s a rhetorical question meant for no one, so when a voice answers from behind me, “I don’t think so,” I nearly fall off my seat. Kathleen is standing behind me, beaming. “I was wondering why you were heading towards the restricted section.”

July 14th. Mom bought Sienna the new camera she wanted. I asked for a coding book. Dad said girls don't code. I wish Mom would look at me the way she looks at Sienna. Just once. I wish I was shiny like her. A lump formed in my throat, hot and painful. Fourteen years later, and I was still writing the same entry in my head. I wish I was shiny like her. I traced the messy handwriting. I had built a life. I had built worlds that thousands of people got lost in. I was respected in my field.

“Why? Why me?” I wish I could just erase the past couple of days from my life! I wish the memories never came into my mind haunting me! I wish I didn’t have those dreams! I wish I didn’t have a past……a long ….long past! I wish I never came to Odessa, I wish I never got the scholarship, because it all started after that! -- (Flashback two weeks ago----)

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"How long are you going to stay here and read the same book?" "As long as I want, David." I replied, not looking away from the book . "Don't you have somewhere to be?" "Damn, I wish I never showed you this place and no, we have to go somewhere, remember?" "Don't be too surprised if I don't come from here." I simply rolled my eyes before returning my gaze back on my book. It's already been a week and I've done nothing but visit the library often, Books are my daily companion.

But I wish I were yours, truly yours, for I know that I never would be for as long as you are a the Devil. Right now, I wish I could lie down next to you, just to look at you. Just that. Looking at you. And listening to you breathe. I wish I could watch you fall asleep and listen to you breathe. I wish I could come up to you and put my arms around you while you concentrate. And smell your cologne. I wish I could brush your lips, your arms, and your hands with the tip of my fingers. I wish I could massage you all day long because I like taking care of you because I want you to feel good. I wish you could hold me very tight against you and lay a kiss upon my forehead, full of comfort and affec