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I sobbed on her shoulder unable to finish my words. "Has she died?" I couldn't keep my worries on the bay so I asked. "Why she didn't come? Why her mobile is not reaching? Why she didn't contact any of us? I swear to God if anything happened to her, of course, I will die." I clenched my teeth. At least she would share her problem with Quinn if she is not comfortable with me. Then why she didn't? Quinn's POV: It's my first time to see him broken completely. He had been strong when he lost his memories but now he's completely broken. The willpower he had in his mind been shattered because of one girl.

I stepped closer. Not touching. Just closing distance. Her breath changed immediately. “You’re my student,” she said. “I’m an adult.” “That doesn’t erase the power dynamic.” Her voice was firm but not steady. I reached out slowly, deliberately, giving her time to stop me. My fingers brushed her wrist. She froze. “Say no,” I whispered. Her eyes locked onto mine. The storm outside cracked like punctuation. “You have no idea,” she murmured, “what you’re doing to me.”

“Most of them broke before the fire even started.” “And what do you do when they break?” she whispered. “Kill them?” He met her gaze. “I bury them.” Her chest ached. “You’re a monster.” “I was made to be one,” he said. Something shifted in his eyes , a flicker of something raw, human, almost fragile. Before she could speak again, the illusion cracked, the sound like shattering glass. The forest, the fire, her father , gone. The room was bare once more, lit only by faint silver light.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

She was speaking broken sentences. "No, nothing will happen to you. How will you die?" He was trying hard to stop her. But her ragged breaths were not being heard. She stopped to take a long breath after telling him. And then her next breath did not come. And her body was lifeless. He was looking at the arrows in her chest. That laughing, jumping, jumping girl had passed away. And even though he could do a lot, he could not do anything. And this was the first death that Joseph saw in this world.

So she was a figment of the past? "She's now considered a forgotten soul? But..." I didn't know how to react to this, I felt somewhat sad and my heart felt heavy. 'So, she can't go back anymore?' "Not anymore. Her death wasn't something that I have written purposefully. The book continues on it's own when a hole in the story is created. She was only a cannon fodder that was sent away right before graduation."

If that was the case, then since Ash was long gone and no longer needed it—Anzi would take her share, too. Deep down, she knew this would break her. That last ember she was blowing upon now, once she did this, it would die once and for all. It would shatter into a thousand pieces never to come together again, and she would never be the same. But she was already broken anyway. Bum leg, a hole in her chest, and burdened by despair—she looked forward to the end.

I kept telling myself over and over again not to be sad and not let it get to me. But for some reason, tears still slipped down my cheeks. Only now did I realize that even as a ghost, I could still cry. Mom kept rambling on, oblivious to the way Nathan's gaze darkened with rage, his eyes filled with a murderous glint. The moment she said she had thrown away my ashes, Nathan grabbed her shoulder with so much force, it seemed like he was about to crush her bones.

In our third year of marriage, my wife's kept boy toy decided he wanted to break up with her. He left her nothing but a long, dramatic message and blocked her on every platform before she could respond. [You can't give me what I actually want. I don't want to keep dragging this out with you.] I watched my wife's romantic drama play out with a cold, distant expression. After three years of them breaking up and getting back together more times than I could count, I figured this was nothing new. I expected Elena Sheridan to rush straight to coax him back like always. But this time, she was ice cold about it. "He was just a plaything I kept around for amusement. Now he thinks he can threaten

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.