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My voice betrays me. Fuck.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

her voice creaks and breaks "You trapped me, you trapped me in that pathetically broken prison you call a heart but I've finally got out..." a giggle follows "you didn't like that lipstick stain on his shirt did you" "Lipstick stain" realization hit Emily like a bus "That lipstick stain, you planted it there" she points a finger up in the air, pointed at a person she couldn't see

V7" Don't be like that! They are trying their best! You should work more on your creation skill if you want them to be able to speak properly!" V1" V1's Products, only good for one thing. It's either thinking or speaking." ______________________________________________

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss. Next door, where my childhood home had once been, was now a bar. From inside, a singer strummed their guitar, their voice drifting through the evening air: "…At the moments that matter most, I finally see it clear, “Your hesitation, “Leaving me to wander alone, “Sober in the midst of dying, “Realizing you were always two steps ahead of me…" My fingers tightened around the keys. The sharp edges dug into my palm, cutting deep.

For language mismatch. Eden’s data profile had grown too large to stay in legacy formatting. Not because she asked for reclassification. Because her behaviors no longer fit in known categories. So the system generated a new one: :: ENTITY PATTERN CLASS – NONVERBAL STABILIZATION :: NAME: VALE, EDEN :: GRAMMAR FORMAT: SILENCE-DRIVEN :: COMMENT: USER BEHAVIOR UNMATCHED IN VOCAL FRAMEWORK. NEW DIRECTIVE SYNTAX REQUIRED. INITIATING: RHYTHM PARSING.

Douchbag. "Hey...!" I was called back from the circle of thoughts by that husky voice which now sounded like it was ringing inside a deep tumbler. What's wrong? Is he injured too? I opened my mouth to talk but my tongue rolled up and no words came out. I tried hard before my eyes went black but seriously I couldn't talk anymore. "Hey, listen to me," "Hey..." "Hey, Juliette... Hey, listen..." That's it. That was all that I heard from him. I mean before I crashed on a soft surface in front of me. A delicious scent covered my nostrils until my mind shut its processing unit completely.

" Adam started saying and I drowned in his voice. That husky, strong voice. I clenched my hands and took a deep breath I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying I was just listening to his voice. Once upon a time, I used to crave to listen to this voice. My day used to be incomplete without it. It was too painful to be in the same room as him. His presence, his voice, and his gaze were too much for me to handle. I uneasily fidgeted in my seat so I could concentrate on anything else. Suddenly I felt a thumping headache and everything blurred around me and his voice became heavy in my mind. I panicked and stood up and ran the hell out of the room. I went out and leaned against the door of t

'Something has changed now because of Crystal, and I doubt that things which will get back as it was previously. #TBC