Novel & Cerita What Is Candle In The Wind About

He informed me quietly as he crouched beside the bomb and picked it up carefully while cradling the brown box in his left hand. “What do you mean by ‘I am going to get myself killed? I didn’t do a damn thing, I just want to go on my damn way, please.” I pressed on desperately, my heart thumping hard against my ribs, it was getting harder to get words out my mouth as the second passed.

At the hospital, she even told me that it did not matter if I lived or died. That was when I lost all hope. After I returned to the country, I started drinking a lot and gave the company to my cousin. On Wendy’s birthday, I drank even more. Then, I saw her again. She told me that she forgave me. She asked me if I wanted to be with her. I cried and said yes. I was willing to go anywhere with her, whether it was heaven or hell.

"They went straight to the trash incinerator. There was so much stuff, we were worried Ms. Russell might change her mind, so we only took it yesterday." Samuel got the address and drove there right away. When he got there, he immediately saw the huge wedding picture going into the furnace. Samuel ran up like crazy, trying to grab it, almost touching the scorching heat, but the workers pulled him back. Still, Samuel's fingers got burned, and it hurt terribly. He watched the big wedding picture turn to ash in the flames, leaving nothing but a sense of emptiness. It was like the love and future he hoped to have with Tania.

The werewolves in the plaza holding the flyers were stunned by the photos and text printed on them, especially the blood test report. To poison one's own mate was a grave crime in werewolf society, an act condemned by every pack. Just then, the two werewolves featured on the flyers happened to pass by and looked toward me. Instead of avoiding them, I walked straight up and handed them two flyers. "Everyone, don't miss the disgrace of the Shadow Fang pack. Here's evidence of Alpha Ethan's affair with the rescued Omega, Ivy!"

Still, that pain made me understand one thing even more clearly. They weren't worth it. The project wrapped up extra smoothly, and Harry and I had an extra free day. "Jan, there's a famous cafe nearby. Let's go check it out." Harry stood at the door of my room in a light gray hoodie. He looked no different from when he had been in college. Looking at the expectation in his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. When we arrived, I realized the famous cafe he meant was a cat cafe. When we pushed the door open, the smell of coffee mingled with the cats' soft meows in the cafe. Before I even sat down, one of them jumped onto the table and rubbed its fluffy head against my hand.

As a result, he would drink every day out of frustration. When he reached his lowest point, Ray sat by my bedside and cried. "You must think I'm useless, hun. I can't even give you a good life… If you had married Edward Alder back then instead of running away with me, you'd probably be better off now," he had said. I couldn't bear seeing him in such a state, so I went home and begged my father to invest in Ray's business. It was winter then, and the snow was piled up thick. I had knelt outside in the cold for three hours until my legs went numb, but Dad never opened the door. There had been a pool of blood beneath me when I had eventually lost consciousness.