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Yet, her job was her hobby and the salary - amazing. “Because I am now alone.” I responded and regret filled me as soon as I sent it. I stared into my message with widened eyes as if someone had sent it to me. To inform ME I was alone. Was I? Alone?! “What do you mean?” Her question came a bit slowly than usual. “I am not sure if I am still with Ad-” I stared, then cleared and wrote again “I came alone.” Then added “Without Adrian.” “WTF?” She wrote and a surprised emoji followed. “Is he sick, or busy?”

I'm blaming myself for everything. "If you're still blaming yourself then I am too," may bahid ng sakit ang tono niya. "Kung hindi lang manipis ang lubid na pareho nating hawak noon, masaya pa sana tayo ngayon, I chose the wrong string."

she grumbled. “Good morning to you, too. How are you feeling?” I asked, and pushed a glass of my remedy toward her along with the two aspirin. “Not as bad as I’d expected. How did I end up in bed with your mom?” she asked. I grinned at her, and nodded to the pills and drink. She popped the pills into her mouth, then took a swig of the drink. “Ugh! This is awful! What is this?” “It’s a hangover remedy,” I answered while dishing out the scrambled eggs onto a plate that already had bacon, toast, and sliced banana on it. “Here,” I gave her the plate, “eat this after you drink that. It’ll get rid of the taste.”

He inquired. “Nothing more than what you already know,” I responded, and followed his gaze. “Though maybe I should ask the elders there what I am in terms of position. I keep thinking I’m supposed to be an alpha, but being with you, that never seems entirely appropriate. I don’t think I am an omega, despite going into heat… but maybe I am?” Rem gave me a slight look and then peeked up to the moon. He seemed thoughtful. Then, out of nowhere, he declared, “you’re a luna.”

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

Juste also tenderly smiled, but she wasn’t able to see it as her chin was hooked on the back of his shoulder. After an hour or so, Maxill recited to them of the whole stanza of the cure: "Roots of red, drool of flesh, tall as pillar, Stem of brown, crown of thorns, revealed on pyre, Leaves of green, thick of water, at one's behest Petals of white, rise of giants, at peaceful rest Seed of black, depths of earth, one in all." “It’s called the Remedium,” Juste answered Maxill. “It was said to turn a fellhound into an untainted witborn.”

I lean back on the bed frame, pulling the soft clean blanket over my chest as my body begins to tremble from the cold. “Here,” Remi passed me some pills with a glass of water, “It’s for your metabolism, it will help you heal faster.” I take the pills and swallow them quietly as I shut my eyes. I wish I can recover my memories already. I could not control the tears that rolled to the side of my face. “Omega, are you crying?” “Can you leave me already, Remi?” I beg her, sniffling softly as I just wish to be left alone.

I gauged my pain and I realized my headache was now completely gone, something the medicine hadn’t accomplished and the pain in my nose was lessened as well. Son of a bitch… { Remington } I smiled as the text dinged on my phone, I had already given her her own notification so I wouldn’t bother checking everytime I got a message when hers was the only one I really wanted to read. -So you’re really a witch doctor.- Good, the herbs worked. -One of my many tricks of the trade.-

“Then maybe you should ask him. I doubt he came back because of this, he came back because of something else.” “Oh! And what is it?” “I won’t tell you. You should ask him.” She put her hand on my chest and a soft light emanated from her. It calmed my growing frustration and stopped the coughs. I knew all the Remingtons could heal one way or another but this was too good to be true. And before knowing it, I didn’t feel sick anymore. When she removed her hand, I felt completely healthy. “Wow! I didn’t know we could do that.”

Sitting at her table, Rayan felt a comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. After they ate, she saw his bruises and took him outside to her garden. The rain had slowed, and the garden looked magical under the moonlight. There were all kinds of plants and flowers, but one plant stood out. Its leaves were dark green with a shine, almost silver. “What’s this plant called, Grandma?” Rayan had asked. She smiled and crushed a few leaves in her hands, letting the smell rise into the air. “This is called the Miraculous Remedy. It’s been in my family for generations. It can heal many wounds, but not many people know about it.”