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- I said, while putting the song Words don't come easy . Heitor looked at me, visibly confused as I started to sing, already used to the rhythm and lyrics of the song played in Hazard's Karaoke. words Don't Come Easy words don't come easy I 'm how can I find a way to make you see I love you words don't come easy words don't come easy I 'm This is the only way for me to say I love you words don't come easy Well , I'm just the music man Melodies are for my best friend

A joke. One day, maybe one day, she would let Lola know that she’d meant those words she’d treated as a joke today, but for now, she had to clear out the weeds and take them out from the roots. * * * “Now don’t you shoot yourself in the foot, my proud friend? There’s still more time left.” Grandfather Sanchez cautioned Old Boyd who had rang him up via video chat to taunt him. The man was persistent and Lazarus Sanchez started to get more irritated. The door to his bedroom opened and Mr Henry walked in and bowed.

“You’re playing with fire.” “Burn me.”

I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget. The girl puts heat to words, and they take offence like old men when the young stop saying father. I swear my knee… curls. Hair goes first, then bone. Letters hook, ash, shine. Threads snap overhead like a harp torn by fistfuls. Collars slip. A wolf touches his neck, finds it empty, and cries as if his name returned improved. “You cannot,” I say, calmly. “Words cannot be unspoken.” “I can burn them,” she says, and smiles like wine you didn’t order but drink.

Just a few lines. *I was the flame you all feared. I was the ember no one claimed. But I chose to burn anyway. *And beneath that, scrawled in a child’s messy hand: “We’re still burning. For you.”

*BOOM* Have you heard the sound of all your hopes and dreams crushed? All Hearts!!

Just once. “Let the world burn.”

My phone suddenly vibrated with a message from the bank: "Your transfer of 500 thousand dollars to Ayla Miller has been returned. Your remaining balance…" "Damn it!" I suddenly flung my glass onto the floor, where it smashed into smithereens. I had transferred the money to Ayla that morning. Why was Ayla still not satisfied? I had gone above and beyond in giving her that money. Now she had transferred it back to me! Fine, so she thought she had a backbone, did she? If so, she could not blame me for being harsh! "Dad…" David began crying out of fear. "I want Mom!"

"And him! All three of his core surgeries? I paid to have someone else perform them! They're nothing without me!" The last scraps of dignity holding the team together were ripped apart completely. Each of them was desperate to strip the others bare, just to lessen their own share of the blame. I sat at a safe distance, unscrewing my second bottle of mineral water as I took a slow, languid sip. In the meantime, Matt couldn't endure the bone-eating agony of the toxin any longer. He started screaming as he smashed a wine glass against the floor, grabbed the largest shard, and slashed it toward his wrist.