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When I finally reach him, my heart sinks at the sight before me: Kai lies on the ground, motionless, while Richie stands there, alone, with a gun in his hand. His expression is a mix of regret and anguish, and I feel a deep sorrow for him. I sigh heavily, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, and slowly walk toward him. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him tightly to me. We stay in that position for what feels like an eternity, wrapped in each other’s warmth, savoring the comfort we bring to one another. When Richie finally pulls away, he gently cups my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine as he says, "You didn’t leave.""I couldn’t leave you," I respond, my voice barely above a whisper, thick with emotion.A smile spreads across his face, and he envelops me in his arms once more. The heat radiating from his body seeps into mine, washing away the tension and filling me with a profound sense of relief. After a moment, he gently pulls back again, his radia
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My life feels like it’s crumbling into pieces, and every part of me seems to be shattering and falling apart. I’ve never felt this way before; the pain is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It feels as if my heart is being ripped from my chest and my soul is slipping away. Richie has lost so much blood—way too much—and I can’t stop overthinking every word the doctor might say. The thought of losing him is unbearable; I want him to be okay, I need him to be okay.It’s so crazy how a few months ago, all I cared about is destroying Richie and wanting to end him but now, all I care about is making sure that he is fine. I don’t even care about anything or anyone aside from Richie. My heart and soul wishes and arches that he gets fine and is finally doing better. The fear of losing him is taunting and has been echoing in my mind, and I’m just freaking out. I can’t shake this feeling that I’m losing my grip on reality, and nothing seems to be going my way. I’ve been rooted in the same positi
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My face was stained with tears—tears that had been streaming down for hours, each drop a testament to the overwhelming despair I felt until I could cry no more. My heart was aching, despite having been mended and feeling somewhat better, but nothing seemed to alleviate the pain that gripped me tightly.Finally, I managed to leave that place, my mind racing as I rushed to the hospital to check on Richie. When I arrived, I was met with the words I had dreaded. “He lost a lot of blood, and you may lose him,” the doctor said, and those words hit me like a physical blow. They echoed in my mind, ringing like a heartbeat—loud and shallow—each pulse a reminder of the fragility of life, threatening to shatter my heart with every repetition.Richie had no blood donor available, and the medical team was desperately searching for one. Since Papa wasn’t Richie’s biological father, his blood type didn’t match. The rest of the family was miles away, and the thought of them not making it in time hung
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I don’t ever go to church. I don’t ever pray to God, but today was different. I found myself kneeling on both knees, folding my hands before the Christ sculpture, feeling a deep urge to pray for mercy and salvation. It’s strange; I’ve never felt such a powerful need for God like I do right now. My heart is calling out to Him, and my soul desperately longs for a miracle to make Richie better.As I look at the sculpture, a wave of relief washes over me. The church is empty, which is comforting because I don’t want anyone to hear my prayers—I want this moment to be intimate, just between me and my Lord. I take a moment to gather my thoughts, close my eyes, and prepare to pour out my heart. But instead of words, a heavy whimper escapes my lips. My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest.My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So,
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I can’t believe I’m feeling this way, but I truly love Richie. It’s overwhelming to realize just how much I care for him. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner; it’s painful to acknowledge that I’ve been neglecting my feelings for him all this time. Richie is the man I love more than anyone else, and he has shown me nothing but unconditional love, while I’ve responded with nothing but bitterness and resentment.I’ve tried my hardest to sabotage our relationship, pushing him away when all he wanted was to protect and love me. It’s become clear to me now that I’m the villain in this story; I’m the one who has caused him so much heartache and distress. This realization weighs heavily on me, and I wish I could turn back time to show him the love he truly deserves.Despite the thought of that, I can’t shake off the feeling that love is the root of most of my problems. My love for Richie has caused both him and me pain. Love is hard and it’s pain, I don’t know if it’s worth fighting for bu
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I head back to the hospital to check on Richie. Despite feeling really uneasy about everything, I know I need to go and make sure he’s okay. I can’t keep avoiding whatever the doctor has to say. Deep down, I’m terrified, but I have to put on a brave face and confront the reality of the situation.As I arrive at the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic fills the air, and I make my way to Richie’s room. I stand outside, waiting anxiously as the doctors work on him inside. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing my fears. I can’t shake the worry that I might hear news that could change my life forever. I already know he lost a significant amount of blood and didn’t get to the hospital in time, but I still hold onto the hope that everything will turn out okay. I find myself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, overanalyzing every possible outcome, which is strange for me. Usually, I don’t let my mind spiral like this; I believe overthinking is just a way for the mind to create
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“Richie’s handsome face suddenly comes into view, a warm smile lighting up his features. I can hardly believe my eyes; he’s here, and he’s okay. As I take a moment to look around, I realize we’re at the beach, the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore, with Richie standing by the water, his smile inviting me to join him.I start to walk closer, feeling the soft sand beneath my feet, but for some reason, he keeps walking away, still smiling and glancing back to see if I’m following him. My heart races as I smile back and pick up my pace, but the faster I move, the quicker he seems to retreat. It’s puzzling—why is he walking away? Though, he appears to be having the time of his life, relishing the playful chase. I call out for him to wait up, but he just gestures for me to come closer, his laughter ringing like music in the air. My feet start to ache from the effort, so I finally stop and tell him to come to me instead. He grins and starts walking toward me, his smile rad
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Men say they don’t like flowers, but I’m ready to give my man a stunning bouquet. They say they don’t want letters, but I’m willing to write down every word that spills from my heart. They claim they don’t want anything, but I’m prepared to give everything for him. I have been doing all of this for Richie, clinging to the hope that one day he’s going to wake up and see all that I’ve done for him. I want him to realize just how much he means to me and how deeply I love him. I’ll do whatever it takes to make Richie happy and help him feel more alive.Just a little while ago, I returned from the flower shop, my arms filled with vibrant blooms, and now I’m heading to the hospital, eager to meet Richie. It’s been a month since he slipped into a coma, and throughout this time, I’ve made it a point to visit him as often as I can, hoping that my presence will somehow reach him but sadly it never did. A lot has changed in the last month, dad is okay now, he’s back home with Alex but I plan t
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~ RICHIE’S POVWatching her sleep is something I would never forsake- I love it. I think of it as a small bonus from having the best night and the best sleep then you wake up to watch the best woman in your life sleep- It feels like a bonus to me. A sweet, sexy bonus.As I keep watching Rachel sleep, I can’t help but smile. Her peaceful expression makes my heart swell with love. I really love her and I love that I get to spend my days with her but that’s not all I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I want her to always be there with me. The thought of having Rachel all to myself for life fills me with excitement. I wish I could just marry her right now and make her mine forever. That idea strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and I can’t help but wonder if I should really consider proposing. Sure, it feels a bit soon, but what’s the point of being together if it’s not to build a future and spend the rest of our lives together?My thoughts come to a gentle stop when
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After dinner, Richie and I walk them out of the house, exchanging warm goodbyes and promises to get together again soon. As we close the door behind them, I feel a sense of satisfaction from the evening. Just as I’m about to head to the dining area to tackle the mountain of plates, Richie suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. He wraps his arms around me from behind, planting soft kisses along my neck. "You’re not going anywhere," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he kisses my neck again."The dishes won’t wash themselves, you know," I tease, trying to keep the mood light.He chuckles softly, his voice low and playful. "The dishes can wait, but I can’t." With that, he turns me around, and I find myself gazing into his eyes, which sparkle with mischief. He smiles, leaning in closer, and presses his lips against mine with a tenderness that feels electric. It’s soft and delicate, like the flutter of butterfly wings, lingering just long enough for me to i
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It had been two weeks since Richie and I got together, and every single moment felt like pure bliss. I absolutely loved having him around; it seemed like every second was filled with joy and warmth. There was nothing that could make my life better than that. The peace and happiness I found in our relationship were incredible, and I could see that he was just as happy too. It felt like we had created our own little paradise together.After we decided to let go of everything that was weighing us down, we also made the choice to part ways with the diamonds. They couldn’t be destroyed, but they could definitely be hidden, and we made sure they were tucked away safely so they wouldn’t complicate our lives. I didn’t want anything causing drama or risking the relationships with the people I cared about most. It was high time I focused on living a good life, free of worries, and just enjoyed the love I had with Richie.At that moment, I was in the kitchen preparing a warm dinner for my guests
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I’ve never felt as scared as I am right now. Seeing a box filled with my things shatters my heart. It feels like Richie has intentionally packed my belongings, wanting to cut me out of his life completely. He doesn’t need me anymore. I know what it means when someone puts the other’s things in a box—they want to get rid of them, and it’s clear he doesn’t love me anymore. Tears well up in my eyes as my heart pounds heavily in my chest. I can’t understand why Richie is doing this, why he wants me gone. With my eyes brimming with tears, I glance at the letter. I open it, and my heart sinks. As I read each word, the pounding in my chest intensifies. The pain is overwhelming, and I can’t wrap my head around it. Why is this happening? Each line leaves me with more questions about what went wrong. Richie and I have had our fights before; we’ve separated but always found our way back to each other. But now, it feels like there’s no coming back. For the first time since we met, it seems like
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I jump into a taxi and give the driver the address, my heart racing with every passing moment. As he starts driving, anxiety washes over me, and I can’t shake the feeling of dread mixed with hope. I really hope Richie is willing to talk because right now, all I can offer is communication—just a chance to express how I feel. I can’t do anything more than that, but I’m really hoping he has room in his heart to take me back. The thought of not having him in my life feels unbearable. It’s like a dark cloud looming over me, and I can’t picture my life without him. The thought of not being with him hurts so much that I can hardly bear the idea of living without him. I’ve thought about it a lot, and honestly, life without Richie feels like just existing on this earth with no joy or purpose at all.When I was leaving, Arthur offered to drive me to Richie, but I turned him down. I really don’t want Richie to think there’s anything between me and Arthur because there isn’t. He’s just someone I
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I don’t waste a single moment as I hurriedly pack my belongings from the room, my heart racing as I step outside. Tomorrow can't come soon enough; I need to meet Richie and make sure everything is on track between us. I can’t afford to lose him again. I’m done with the little arguments, the big blowouts—I'm finished with all of it. It’s time to step up my game and finally do the right thing.As I walk out of the room, dragging my small suitcase behind me, I catch sight of Arthur. He rushes over, concern etched on his face when he notices my bag. "Why do you have a suitcase with you?""I’m leaving," I reply, my eyes scanning the hallway for Rebecca. I need to find her to say goodbye before I go."What!" he exclaims, his voice rising in disbelief. "Why? Did something happen? Is that why you look like you’ve just cried?" He probes, but I keep moving, determined to locate Rebecca. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can leave and meet Richie to mend things between us."Rachel, come on, wh
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I always despise the mafia men, the entire mafia world, and everything that comes with it. I remember the fire in my heart, how fiercely I want to ruin them, to shatter their existence completely. I hurl insults at them, calling them cruel, wicked, and so many other names, never imagining I could ever become one of them, never believing I could sink to that level.But after years of facing harsh realities, I become the very villain I loathe. The villain I refuse to acknowledge, the one I write about in all my stories, always as the antagonist. Tears stream down my face as fear grips me tightly, causing my head to throb and my heart to race uncontrollably. I’m terrified of myself, scared that I’ve morphed into something I never thought I could be—something I’ve always feared. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I feel a wave of panic wash over me. I can’t bear to look at the person staring back, so I bolt out of the bathroom, as if I’m fleeing from an unseen pursuer.
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Rebecca’s wedding is such a joyful occasion; it is filled with laughter and excitement. The atmosphere is electric, and I find myself having a couple of drinks at the reception. I promise myself I won’t drink, but as I look around and see everyone toasting and enjoying themselves, I can’t resist. I get caught up in the moment and end up having more than I intended."So tell me one fun fact about you, Rachel," Arther asks me while we stand together at the open bar, the music softly playing in the background. We have been chatting for a few minutes, and I really enjoy his company. He’s a cool guy, easy to talk to, and I feel a connection."I don’t have a fun fact," I reply, taking a sip of my drink and trying to think of something interesting."Come on, I know you do," he urges, a playful smile on his face."I don’t really have one, but I guess a fun fact about me is that I can stick my tongue to my nose," I say, feeling a bit silly but also playful."Really?" he asks, clearly intrigued
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I wake up to a loud knock on my door, groaning as I rub my eyes with my hands, trying to shake off the sleep. Slowly, I push myself up from the cozy warmth of my bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders. I shuffle over to the door, open it, and there stands Rebecca, practically glowing with a wide grin plastered across her face. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims, her excitement practically radiating off her. I let out a heavy sigh, a mix of happiness for her and sheer tiredness. I really want to celebrate with her, but all I can think about is how much I need more sleep. So, I start to turn back toward my bed, hoping to catch a few more minutes of rest. But Rebecca, quick as lightning, steps in front of me, her eyes sparkling. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims again, her enthusiasm unwavering. I smile back at her, trying to muster some energy. "I know, and congratulations! But I really need some more time to sleep; I wasn’t able to sleep at all last night," I admit
