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Until the right girl finally shows up wearing pink Vans and a heart big enough to hold the world. I’m home. And the dream that waited thirty-four years just smiled and went back to sleep. Its work is done. Seventeen Thursday, July 19, 2028 – 12:01 a.m. I turn seventeen exactly when the clock flips to midnight. No big party. No rented venue. Just the ridge, the pack, and the people who would burn the world down before they let it burn me. The bonfire is normal orange tonight (Seras promised to behave).

Terrified? Julia thought about it honestly. Was she terrified? Or was she something else entirely? **Julia: I'm confused. I don't know what's real and what's exaggeration.** **Massimo: I'll tell you what's real. My feelings for you. My intention to keep you safe. My absolute certainty that you belong with me. Everything else is just business.** **Julia: Just business? People are dead, Massimo.** **Massimo: People die every day, dolcezza. I didn't make this world. I just learned how to survive in it. And now I'm going to teach you how to thrive in it.**

Amara's POV A flower in full bloom, A moon which is full, A life at its peak, In me, hides the lies I will never utter. There's darkness in me, It grows within me, And threatens to swallow me. The world is my heaven, The world is my hell. The world is my kingdom, The world is mine to bare.

"You and me against the world, Rosalind." "You and me against the world." END

But her answer made my whole world broken, and I feel like my soul is coming out from my body. "He's dead."

"It may be so. This world is beautiful, but only if it belongs to you. " The sudden words coming from the delusions of his companion echoed in his mind. While he looked at the landscape, after seeing the immensity of the sky. In his heart he began to think that Keil's words were beginning to make sense. "It may be so. Perhaps the reason for my existence in this world is that everything belongs to me. " Zark reached out in front of him and clenched his fist. The moon that was high in the sky seemed to fall into his hand. Of course, this was because the moon was being blocked by his hand.

Hey this is the weird stalker girl from the restaurant. Hey I couldn't get you out of my dreams and now I have a lady boner the size of the Marianna Trench for you. Like how the actual hell do I even have friends at this point? I can't even write a hey. "Miss Callum?" A voice asked me from my doorway. "Hey Jay. What can I help you with today?" I looked up and grin as I see my favorite nephew walking in to my classroom. My question was ignored when he answered me.

When I was nearly seventeen, I lost my heart. To the world, it's barely the start of my life, which is ironic because I only saw a brick wall and nothing to live for. I finally had reasons to give up on life. My fears of never being able to escape from my father's assualt were assuaged. I could not care less, so long as I was leaving the earth. I was going to... do it.

I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. It's my seventeenth birthday! I'm not really that happy about it, because I know my heart is going to be broken, in some way today. I know I will find my mate today. Not who which of us will do the rejecting, but I know it will be one of us. Not really too crazy about that idea, but that's kinda the story of my life, so far. Why should today be any different? Am I bitter about it? Not really. It's just the way it is. I have no control over it, and I can't change it. All I can do is go with it.