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…Lauren woods will cease to exist. You will become Michelle Byrne…
Lauren’s entire body was numb from walking but she didn’t stop. She was getting married.
I’m getting married! Her entire system screamed. From tomorrow, she would cease to exist. The world was cruel. The whole damn world was cruel. And then, she had thought living her entire life like a slave was the worst thing that could ever happen to her.
She turned and stared at the pond beside her. How she had gotten there was unknown to her; but well, she needed the privacy. With a sigh, she lowered herself unto the grass, still engrossed in her thoughts. She could only wish time came to a halt.
Bryan stabbed the vegetable on his plate with his fork. He wasn’t hungry one bit. He had lost his appetite. Last night, he had dreamt about her, his new friend.
He missed her.
He wanted to be in her arms again. Having c
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