EVEN IN THE AFTERLIFE, AND THOUGH A THOUSAND LIVES MAY PASS, I WILL LOOK FOR YOU."In another life, I'd be your girl." -Are you all right? -Sol approaches me. I was still in the kitchen and for a moment I had forgotten that Sol was still here. I was thinking about Brandon and what he will do that I didn't remember anyone else.-Yeah, I was just thinking about some things," I replied.-I couldn't help but overhear what you talked about with Brandon, I don't know, I think my ears were just sharpened from being here. I swear I didn't move from the couch.-Don't worry, don't worry," I smiled at her.-If you want an opinion, I think what that Charles guy did was a little selfish.-That's what Brandon told me.-It's obvious that Charles is in love with you," he said.I looked at her funny.-No," I laughed, "that can't be. He barely knows me.-Now that I'm here, in limbo, nothing seems impossible to me. Do you believe in past lives?I frowned.-I don't know, why?-I believe in those thin
I HAVE FOLLOWED YOU FOR SEVERAL LIFETIMES AND I WILL FOLLOW YOU FOREVER. I was a little confused. I didn't understand what was going on or why there was a newspaper from many years ago with a picture identical to me and one identical to Jay. It was him. The picture was barely visible but it was him, it was us, there was no doubt about it. It felt special to know that, if it were true, Jay and I would meet again. It means we belong together.Isn't that romantic?I picked up the paper and slowly sat down on the couch without taking my eyes off the sheet of paper. There were so many things I was beginning to think about, so many doubts now, many more than I had before. I realized that everything was connected, that maybe I had to come here for something, to do something or to know something. Jay and I were married in another life, what happened to us?-You need to read this, Sam," Brandon says, handing me another piece of newsprint.I take it and read it:Newlyweds die in tragic acciden
"I really want to spread my legs," I answered, snarling my fingers. Likewise, I'll look for a candy machine, I'm starving."My God, hellfire." I'm heartbroken, love. On the off chance that you need to, we should better go to the cafeteria, I'll get you whatever you want, he tells me, standing up and taking out his wallet."Relax, a couple of treats will be enough for me." "Besides, I'm bringing cash." However, for dinner I want to get a double cheeseburger or a monster burrito.“I think I've been anxious too,” he murmurs, rubbing his stomach with a busy air. I prick my lower lip and smile."I'll get you something from the machine then, then." I linger stealthily to lay a pure, momentary kiss on the mouth, then at that point I turn and walk away in the right direction.I know this place as well as the staff who work here, perhaps surprisingly better than they do, so I know exactly which passages to track down the candy machines. Also, I realize that the director of theCafeteria is my
“Gabriel?” I call out to him, before long revisits of me. I despise when my hypotheses are correct, I comment, showing him what I stepped on. A shiny rectangular insert with the name Augustus engraved on it, dirty with charcoal-shaded stains and a solid smell of debris.“Crib,” he spits out and my inner meeting emulates him.Linda will generally not care about this news, even though she denied it a thousand and several times, she really preferred the juvenile official.Fourteen days have passed. The mother was released and cleared of any charges on the same day that the fabrication body she found in our kitchen disappeared from the morgue, on the grounds that without a body there was no case to settle. From that moment on we have not seen any products and neither have the specialists in fear. As a whole we go to class, imagining that nothing has happened. Be that as it may, the other individuals around us seem to know it. You walk down the hall and no one smiles, no one laughs. It giv
from the entrances and I need to clear my way through the horde of surrogates to get to the front and see who the paramedics are transporting. My blood runs cold when I see that it's Corey, his face and quite a lot of his Justocurio-stained dresses."It just started to drain everywhere." "No…" I turned to the side, Mason has his hands oozing with similar silver liquid and the clash in his elements couldn't be more recognizable. He is nervous."Try not to let them do it!" "Don't let them kill me!" King yells at top speed, writhing in his crib as the paramedics put him into the eJustogency vehicle.“Angel, we have to follow them,” Jorfit tells me as the eJustogency vehicle starts to drive away, however, I can't answer, I can't move, I'm static. Also, my lungs pack, consume andUnexpectedly I experience difficulties in giving them the oxygen they need. A maddening drumbeat buzzing in my ears. Angel? Angel, this is the main thing!It's not until Jorfit shakes me by the shoulders that I re
—I saw the needle enter, and his eyes full of Justocurio, turned totally silver,— he enlightens us.Quickly my eyes travel to her. He cannot stand alone and his appearance is hideous, similar to that of a truly sick individual.—It looks great, Jorfit says positively. Maybe it will recover. "Or maybe not," I add genuinely.Greece looks at me like I have to take my tongue out for saying that. Maybe that's the situation."Imagine a scenario where something is happening inside?" he asks us, shaking his head madly.“Take them to the veterinary facility. I'll see you there, I tell Jorfit, trying to sound like I have a deal as my top priority to save Maxx.However, as I race to the march, the main thing that sounds like I need to talk to my sister and Gabriel about what they did. I'm sending you a message before you get on my cruise ship, contemplating if this will end well.The Jeep's headlights blind me for a short part of a second as I pull up to the vet center; they've only appeared a c
Aside from feeling too hot, the smoke smells oily and like something is consuming. He just puts on his legs and climbs out the window, his trick and mine getting rough and dry. I quickly turned off the Jeep, pulling up to one of the houses around us, and we both hurried out.I circle the vehicle in my hacking assault to reach Justoedith, who has jumped onto the catwalk and is leaning forward with her hands on her knees and her really wet hair sticking to her face."Honey, are you okay?" I ask, feeling my throat scratchy and a little sore."As a matter of fact, I am," he tells me, his voice coming out rough, before hacking a bit more and coming out on top of me.I sit up and pivot to the trunk of the Jeep, where I grab my stash of tools, then at that point walk to the front and drop the bin onto the tarmac for the option of opening the hood. The metal is hot, practically consuming, but it doesn't scare me. A tremendous haze of hot smoke is delivered, dissipating out of sight when it ge
"For what reason would I do that?" He gives me a messy look for a tiny fraction of a second."You said I'd take another look at it," I replied genuinely.She laughs, her shoulders shaking hard and she shakes her head. So, turn the steering wheel to enter the police headquarters garage.“I hinted that you'll see it clean and with its hooks removed and etched.” “Probably the same way with other jewelry,” he reveals, despite the fact that I definitely realized he was just playing with it.“My God, amazing.” “Looks like you saved yourself, mate,” I tell the piece of hair, getting him a crust. He expressed gratitude towards me — I tell my girlfriend as I take off my seat belt.“Are you sure you don't need us to stay with you?” he asks, shaking me off with concern.“Sure.” “Go grab Cas for his antibodies and his free shower,” I encourage her before giving him a modest kiss on the lips and escaping the vehicle, which I englobe to move toward her window. Thank you very much for bringing me."
As I found in my fantasy, some jolly ponies are smeared with a blood-red substance, with the main contrast being that substance has so far evaporated and is no longer depleted on the ground."She's old," Roman clarifies, holding her hand.Saying nothing, Mac conveys the intimidation of climbing the joyous go round, perhaps fully determined to see beyond what the fallen tree limbs, dead leaves, and cobwebs allow, rather than the second that his hand comes into contact with one of the cylinders that the merry round lights up by itself and begins to go to the bazaar song that reverberates through its speakers. Mac puts a hand on his chest before the alarm it caused him.After two seconds, four sets of eyes were on me once more."I sat idle," I protect myself, raising my hands and half shrugging."Looks like we're getting into a horrible thriller," I hear Lara mumble before turning to walk away.The others do the same, diverting. I choose to follow Lara, figuring she's the nastiest of the
Despite the fact that things with Jorge didn't end the way I would have enjoyed and his response to our separation wasn't amazing, I don't feel like I suspected it would, tragic and like the most terrible individual on the planet, however I do feel liberated and amazingly convinced that I can get everything I propose, for example, find what The place is, bringI open my eyes.The sky is clear, the sun is at its highest point, the birds fly freely and sing loudly. It's a great and nice day.I lower my gaze and a feeling of disorder dominates me from head to toe.I'm in the suburbs, standing square in the middle of the road. The houses next to me are nice, excellent, most are single story and all have a front terrace with new, green grass, there are also a lot of green trees that give ample shade.A few meters in front of me is a sign to read carefully: — 35 annual festivals in the area. Day of the place. Saturday at 4 pm,—and it hangs high when held from the corners by ropes that were
He hasn't been in the bathroom long, which is why I'm surprised to see Jorge pacing around and around like a confined lion in the forlorn hallway overflowing with storage spaces and lack of lighting.“Hello,” he lets out as a greeting right now, the latrine entrance closing behind me, hugging the journal bound in dark cowhide with one hand against my chest, while with the other I hold the currently empty glass of squeezed orange, I have no idea why I haven't ruled it out yet. Likewise, I have no idea why I took the book with me, I could have passed it on to the ladies to deal with.Jorge plugs evaporate and takes a look at me. He expresses a calm greeting, returning my greeting and closing the distance that isolates him from me with a solitary step."Mac let me know you'd be in the library, however I went there and the young ladies let me know you came to the bathroom," he lights me up in the center regarding a smile, keeping his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. . I hope you don
"Just remember this: The place." They should track down The place.“Melido, they're coming.” “We have to go,” Juana informs out of nowhere, her voice sounding a bit far away.So at that moment, there is only static."Juana... Juana!"With a lot in my throat, I allow Mac to hold the amp up to the radio and call out to the young woman he cherishes to no end. In the meantime, I silently guarantee that, whatever it is and whatever it costs, I will track down the place. I will effectively recover Melido and Juana.About an hour after our extremely short conversation with Juana and Melido over the radio in the Jeep, my brother and I got into my vehicle with mixed feelings. From one perspective, we're happy to say they exist, amplified by the open door we needed to converse with them; on the other hand, we are miserable for not having had more opportunity to hear their voices, for how last the second one was, and, moreover, we are confused by Melido's request, by the unexpected end of our vi
The lump in my throat that I was able to get rid of about thirty minutes ago, after crying on my brother's shoulder until I got a nagging migraine, returns the instant those words reach my ears."I thought they didn't think it was real." Little museum, my voice breaking a bit."We know you didn't do very well with the Victor," Lara mentions, approaching us with her arms crossed at chest level, "but we found some things in the trunk and..." We believe you.-What did you find? - I ask curious.Roman, Linda, and Lara share a hesitant look before responding.—Your white vans.—"The supernatural season you couldn't find the other day," his girlfriend's blonde seconds.—A couple of your dog's toys... —And another bra—, concludes the coyote."Oh," that's all that comes out of my mouth."Plus, there's the fact that Mac found Juana's heirloom," Lara adds in a casual tone.-What? I spat, eyes wide as I landed on top of my brother. You found it? Why did you not tell me? Where did you find it? Wh
She seems somewhat surprised and even offers a short mess-laden look with the lord, however when her eyes land on me again her face has effectively recomposed itself."Maybe you should let Mac drive," he tells me quietly, nimbly avoiding my past investigation.“I am extremely upset for the trouble I caused you,” I feel it in a voice chord with both of them, then, at that moment, I walk out of his house.I walk to my vehicle in an effort not to cause it to be unmistakable how horrible I feel, even though when I stay before Mac, I break down. I feel his arms wrap around me and press me against his body as I turn into an extension of tears. The feeling of depression that packs my spirit makes me cry anxiously, the emptiness in my chest has expanded and prevents me from controlling my screams, the aggravation that my heart feels makes me barely see obviously when Mac helps me into the front seat of my car. vehicle.I expected to find answers when I accompanied the Victor, I totally rememb
“It doesn't work,” male paralyzed."It doesn't make any difference," Linda says softly, contacting my shoulder to comfort me. Maybe the point of that sound was to stand out for us.“Perhaps,” biss, then, at this point, my consideration falls to the werewolf pair. Did they smell?” I request to know, watching them assume a similar articulation with amazing agreement."Indeed," the two react. Mine Roman...—The one with Lara and Linda,— complements the light for my brother.“My God?” “I've never been in this Jeep,” the coyote interjects, sounding very confused.“Neither do I,” the others say practically as one.“Be that as it may, Angel's fragrance is much more ingrained,” Roman adds. "Much more grounded," Mac reaffirms.In fact, I have four eyes on me."There's a bra of mine in the glove compartment," I tell them in a chained voice, looking down to save their appearances from shock or bewilderment. I think this is Melido's Jeep."I thought we were done with that," Lara says in a genuine
"How would you need me to shut up?" "My dearest companion needs me!" she reacts. Line me! Line me! I need to help her! I need to go to Linda!Unexpectedly, the kicks and slaps stop, Justo's keys fall to the ground and after a wheeze he blurs into Gabriel's arms. Run towards them quickly.“Fair?” “Fair?” Gabriel calls out to her anxiously. Castiel barks even more seriously.“What happened?” I ask awkwardly as my eyes carefully scan my sister. His skin has lost tone and his eyes are clear, completely white. What about your eyes?"I have no idea," my partner muses, forcing Justo's body into a higher position in his arms."You have to take him inside," I reveal and he gestures.However, before we can make a solitary development, Justoedith's eyes recover their typical earthy tone and in an anguished blink he arranges, he leaves the arms of his girlfriend and trips over the yellowish grass of our nursery, falling on all fours. The two Gabriel and I in a short time approached him."Hello lo
Sasha planned to approach him, to tell him that they should initially track down his father, but what came out of his mouth was the opposite:"You know fear specialists, right?""So they were successful?" Gerard sounded dazed, however, the behavior everywhere was somewhat true."Let me know," the juvenile tracker ordered. On the off chance that they didn't go her father's way, assuming she was ready to believe he would return safely alone, she needed to have a deep understanding of the specialists and their Machiavellian expectations."It's not what it is, what it was," the old man reproached, trying to sound interested. A beast whose primary goal was to kill. Not really for food, not so much for revenge or any objective drive, just the yearning to end life wherever he is. In addition, he also has a unique interaction with our family, he gladly added.Sasha took a moment to get what she implied. - The monster.-—The monster of Guvaudan, said Gerard, not realizing that his granddaughte