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First Date *************** Narrators pov *************** He stood at the cafe door patiently waiting for her, she was already 10 minutes late. Anthony made up his mind that even if she doesn't come, he would understand. Their meeting each other had been a coincidence and whatever spark he felt they both had must have diminished for her.

Josh said, accompanying his words with a throaty chuckle that made her skin crawl. “I told you that that was a one-time thing. I want nothing to do with you. And get lost. Delete my number from your phone this very minute. I’m going to do the same with your number and block you for good measure.” Tracy finished and ended the call before the man could reply, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She had messed up big time, it seemed. What did men really want, anyway? She would have thought that Josh or whatever he called himself would be happy with one-time sex and beat it.

The Date Golder did pick the venue but she didn't pick the time and day. Friday had already arrived and the hours were sliding pretty fast too. What made it worse was the fact that she lost track of time during the day and by the time she remembered she was going on a date it was already two hours to when her ride was to arrive. And just taking her bath was going to take 30 minutes. “Oh shit, Arianaaa”

He just nodded slowly, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his failed devotion. “You chose the wreckage,” he said, his voice barely audible, the devastation absolute. “And you’ll have to build your whole world out of it. Don't call me when the fire goes out.” He walked into the bedroom, packed his duffel bag, and was gone. I watched the door close, already pregnant with the crushing guilt of what I’d done, but still thrillingly convinced that Julian's promise of chaos was worth the price. (After 8months)

I said curiously. "Well, I don’t know but I am pretty sure that those two devils are up to no good". Liam replied. "So, what’s the second step, since our first one was a quick success, I suppose that we are going to proceed towards our second step". I asked. "Yes, we are going to. Listen closely, if we make a mistake on this step, trust me our plan will be a failure." I nodded and listened closely. "So, the second step is…."

Suddenly, I didn’t think I could handle a second rejection. I knew that Maya hoped I wouldn’t rashly reject this one. Second chance mates were rare, but third chance mates were impossible. I could take a chosen mate, but people say it’s not the same as that fated mate connection blessed by the moon goddess. Maya spent the last hour and a half begging me to give him a chance. So, for now, I’d agreed not to reject him immediately, yet that didn’t settle my nerves that he would want to get rid of me.

The waves of the ocean, the moonlight of the starry night, and this beautiful nature, witness the beginning of our new life. Hopefully this time I will get the happiness and love Which I was always craving for. To be continued............. A/P "Giving someone a second chance is not giving a second bullet to shoot...... It shows you love, care and mostly greatness. Sometimes giving second chance is more effective than first one. That's because people learn from their mistakes." ~A/N

Passers-by who saw us threw us curious glances. I dragged Leonard away and snarled through gritted teeth, "We're divorced now. Stay away from us!" He kept following me, muttering under his breath, "Gillian is just four years old. Can you bear for her to be fatherless? I was possessed and believed my parents' words. They paid for their wrongs. Take it as our compensation for you. Please give me one more chance, won't you?"

Me: I'm thinking about going. Mina: CLAIRE. Me: What if he's actually changing? What if they all are? Mina: Then they'll prove it over time. You don't have to rush into Thanksgiving dinner. But maybe I want to. Maybe I want to believe in second chances for everyone, not just me. I look at my calendar. Thanksgiving is in eight days. Eight days to decide if I'm foolish enough to trust them again. Eight days until I make the biggest mistake of my second life.

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be