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“Please, Heli. Let me go.” My voice cracked, raw from screaming. Tears blurred my vision, my knees burning against rough concrete.“You’d rather run into the fire than be with me?” His grip locked around my wrist—crushing, unrelenting. His cobalt eyes burned, torn between rage and something else.“I left something behind.” My hands trembled.“Is it worth your life?”I held his gaze. “Yes.”“What is it?”I hesitated.“Fabianne.” His voice dropped. “What. Is. It.”I clenched my teeth. Then, in a whisper, “My sister’s necklace.”For the first time since...
It’s like flash photography outside as I peer through the car window. Quick, sharp stripes of thunderbolts pierce the sky, followed by loud, rumbling cackles of God’s wrath. It had been a beautiful day this morning. Shocking how things change so suddenly (pun intended). Now, it’s pouring cats and dogs, and what was supposed to be a sweet, calm day has turned into a mess. All thanks to Liam.The boy I had loved. The boy I had clicked with instantly. Had. All in the past now. I sigh, looking out at the strangely aesthetic storm outside, the kin...
I always thought love was a spark—something small, fleeting, and magical. But I was wrong. It’s a wildfire, consuming everything in its path and leaving nothing but ashes behind. My messy room looks like the aftermath of that blaze. Scattered blue hearts, each meticulously folded, now torn to pieces, litter the floor. A complete waste of paper and effort—all for him. Ugh, even his name triggers a tempest of emotions swirling inside my mind. So many emotions, I can’t pick and choose.Ding! My phone lights up, the Starry Night backdrop ref...
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