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Ophelia recalled a poet from many years ago, a playwright in fact. While the vampire was never one to compare herself to literary heroines, she had found her and Enzo to be quite the mirror to Romeo and Juliet. Parting is such sweet sorrow. It was indeed. But now, when she was here and beneath him, it felt right. Despite her family's objections and the obvious tensions, Ophelia could not deny that she belonged to Enzo. Mind, body and soul. The vampire let herself be placed down, skin gently falling onto the black silk sheets. Her chest heaved up and down, her thighs pressed together for some sort of release. Despite her cool exterior, her insides were on fire.

Ophelia gasped, back arching into his touch. The vampire palmed at the sheets. The feel of his thumbs over her nipples shot electric sparks through her. Thighs gently shook. She was eager and yearning. Another gasped escaped her when she felt his tip against her. Legs spread open ever so slightly, hips bucked up in an effort to feel him against her. Her cunt clenched around nothing. Each time he moved, it was a new wave of heat hit her. A thin veil of sweat covered her skin. A chorus of moans and gasps left the vampire. She felt him in every part of her body, to the point where she didn't know which source of pleasure to focus on.

Her hand combed through his hair. The vampire brought herself up on her elbows, looking at him with glossy eyes. "Just fuck me already...please..." The words came out shaky. Hot breath fanned her face. Her elbows barely kept her up. In a matter of minutes, she was putty in his hands. She always was.

Her tongue ghosted over her pearly white fangs. The need to bite into his neck was intensified ten fold by the heat in her stomach. "Please...I need you inside me..." She begged again. "I've missed it..." The vampire licked her lips. If there was one thing she knew, it was to taunt. "Have you missed me, hm? Tell me, oh mighty witch, have you missed the feeling of my body pressed against yours?"

Her whisper slipped between their mouths like a prayer. And it undid him. That voice, that need wrapped around his name like velvet chains. She was the only creature alive who could make him feel like this—alive in ways even immortality couldn’t reach. Her touch, her kiss, her heat—he felt them all like spells woven straight into his skin. No sigil, no barrier, no ward he’d ever crafted could keep her out. He didn't want them to. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, drawing him in with a pull that was more than physical—it was gravitational. Cosmic. Her hand threaded through his hair, the other tracing fire down his spine, and he let out a low growl that vibrated against her lips. Her hips rolled, slow and teasing, and his body responded instantly—already hard, already aching, already hers. His pulse jumped beneath her mouth, and he knew she could hear it. Feel it. But she didn’t bite. She held herself back—for him. For this. That act of restraint hit harder than lust. Then the bra came off, and he was gone. Her skin rose in goosebumps as the cold marble kissed her back, but her eyes? Her eyes burned.

That word—fuck—should’ve been crude. It wasn’t. Not from her. From her, it was sacred. He pressed his forehead to hers for one breath. Just one. Then he moved. He carried her through the penthouse like she weighed nothing—his arms wrapped tight around her, his mouth never far from her skin. When they reached the bed—dark sheets, rumpled from dreams he hadn’t remembered until she returned—he laid her down like she was both offering and altar. He stood for a second above her. Just a second. To look. To remember. To burn it into memory again. He hovered above her, muscles taut with restraint, his manhood already pulsing with need—aching to be inside her, to fill the void that centuries of silence had carved between them. But he didn’t rush. His hands—steady, reverent—traced slow, deliberate paths along her body. From her collarbone, across the soft swell of her breasts, down the elegant curve of her waist, and finally to the lace that still clung to her hips. Enzo hooked his fingers under the hem of her panties and paused—just for a moment. Long enough for her to feel the weight of his gaze, to see the way he devoured her with his eyes alone. Then he slid them down, slow and deliberate, baring her completely to him. His breath caught. That heat between her thighs, glistening and waiting—it hit him like a spell straight to the gut. If it were possible to be more aroused, he was. Every nerve in his body screamed for her, every inch of him desperate to claim, to connect, to belong to her again.

His hands found her breasts again—full, firm, perfect beneath his palms—and he exhaled sharply through his nose, like the contact had knocked the air from his lungs. He hadn't touched her like this in lifetimes, and yet it felt instinctive. Inevitable. Like his body had never forgotten hers. His thumbs moved in slow circles over her nipples, teasing them until they hardened beneath his touch. “You’re still the most maddening thing I’ve ever touched.” He leaned in, lips brushing the curve of her breast, his breath hot against her skin. His mouth followed where his hands had been—slow, deliberate—lips closing around her nipple, tongue flicking in rhythm with his fingers, coaxing every shiver, every gasp, like she was a spell he was casting with his mouth alone.

With his lips wrapped around her nipple, his tongue flicked, sucking gently, then harder. And while his mouth worshipped her chest, the tip of his cock found her heat. He didn't enter—not yet. Instead, he let it slide along her slick folds, slow and deliberate. Up. Down. Teasing her entrance, grazing her clit. He could feel how ready she was—wet, warm, trembling—and it only made his restraint harder to maintain. He dragged himself along her again, letting her feel every inch, every throb, as he continued to worship her with hands and mouth. She was fire beneath him, and he was more than ready to burn.

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PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE REPLYING! OPEN TO: All (+25 only!) SUMMARY: Uriel believes that one of their divine siblings has fallen on earth, and that a human is hiding them. Y/M could be another supernatural creature or just human!

Uriel stared at the human up and down. A small grin spread over their features. It wasn’t an amused grin, it was the kind you gave someone who had just said something ridiculous. “You do realize what you’re doing, right?” The archangel cocked their head to the side, eyes briefly going over their shoulder. “Look, I just need to know if you’re hiding an archangel so I can take him home.”

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"Yes, sir." Alice said with a slight smile. The next few days would be pivotal. Nietzsche said if you stare long enough into the void, the void will look back at you. That’s how Alice felt staring into the letters. Ramblings of a mad man who thought they had some sort of connection, some sort of bond. It was dark, a never ending abyss of gruesome detail. His next letter came like clockwork. 

Dear Alice, 

He always started with ‘Dear Alice’. 

I was so glad to hear back from you. I thought I wouldn’t. There’s a lot of things happening right now that I want to tell you about, but I can’t. Not yet. You’ll have to wait and see. Anyway, I wanted to say that I am sorry for what happened to you. Robert deserved getting his throat slashed. Having something like that be done to you…it’s not easy to get over. And I understand you. I really do.  This letter is shorter than my first. I don’t have much time to write it, but it’ll have to do until my next letter. Until then, keep your head up and I hope to see you very soon.  - The Judge 

As promised, Alice contacted Magnus immediately. The use of ‘I hope to see you very soon’ made some red flags get up for Alice. What did he mean? What was he going to do? Alice waited patiently, thumbs going over one another. As soon as Magnus walked in, the woman extended the letter to him. "Read it."

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Tristan never believed in the supernatural. In his earlier years, the thought of the afterlife was visualized by heaven and hell. There was no in-between, anyone who said otherwise was in cahoots with the devil and should be pushed away. It wasn’t until Tristan and his family left that damned compound, that Tristan realized how wrong they were.

“Murdered?” The man looked up from the scroll he was reading. When Tristan was turned into a Lycan—a werewolf—he had no idea where to begin. He asked everyone about everything, anything to help him get the hang of this newfound curse. He had met Niamh years ago, though the two had only seen each other a handful of times over the years. 

“Depends,” the lycan shrugged. “What did she say exactly?”

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The door made a groan-and-bang noise as Niamh shoved it shut with her elbow. Her black curls were wet and clinging to her forehead like seaweed on a shipwreck. Befitting her state as a spirit farer, no even close to Kharon's glory. Yet.

She spotted Tristan in the back of the room, having to do master the social slalom course of avoiding the other people in here to get to him. Niamh took a deep breath and exhaled in frustration, but she persevered, walking over, boots squelching faintly. She stopped just short of his personal bubble. She took a breath, already bracing for the eye-roll that the living always tend to give her. "There's a girl. Dead. Stuck. Says she was murdered. And she won't shut up about it, poor thing." Her fingers twitched at her side. "Now, I know I'm not exactly Sherlock Holmes, I can't even solve a sudoku puzzle to save my arse, so... Will you help me?"

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Victoria scoffed. Mediocrity? “Then why did you hire me?” She countered. “I get you to all your gigs on time, I make sure you have the brand of coffee you like, I make sure all the instruments are where they’re supposed to be.” Victoria wasn’t going to take any of this lying down. She had spent too long looking down, not meeting his gaze. She was a damn good assistant, as far as she was concerned.

“You complain about the smallest things, you arrogant fuck.” Probably calling her boss an ‘arrogant fuck’ wasn’t the best thing she could’ve done, but emotions were high and logic was out the window. 

“Maybe I made a couple of mistakes along the way, but you cannot tell me that I didn’t get you where you needed to go, and go you whatever you needed whenever you wanted it.” Victoria said. “If I’m so mediocre, why not fire me? You’ve kept me around for what, five months now and have all these complaints? Why not just fire me?”

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nripati spared his assistant a glance to better observe her meltdown. he blinked at the expletives, more as a mocking gesture than anything else, then a breathy laugh spilled out of him. "that's nice", he said flatly, unable then to stop his eyes from rolling in their sockets. truth be told, he had wondered how long it would take victoria to crack. she had many flaws, but she'd been one of the most persistent assistants he'd gotten so far, and that at least deserved acknowledgment. pat, however, didn't deal in encouragement or praise– this was a job. a job she was, quite frankly, not good at. still, in his own twisted way, he enjoyed having her there. enjoyed watching her squirm under his careful gaze and relentless critiques. "you're not doing it correctly if i'm complaining now, are you?" he tilted his head slightly, brows furrowed. "besides, not accepting mediocrity isn't a problem in my book."

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“No but I can repeat it.” Victoria brought two fingers back up. “Fuck you!” The woman had had enough. Tonight was the boiling point of a very long and tiresome relationship. Victoria originally thought that being some rockstar’s assistant would be cool, but she was wrong. It was a god damn nightmare, and she would leave if she didn’t need the money. “No, honestly. I was warned that you were an asshole but my god, this is too much!” Victoria shouted, not caring who heard her. The woman took in a deep breath, steading herself. “What is your problem?” She asked. “I do one thing correctly and you still find room to complain! I don’t get it!”

open to: all / 26+ plot: based on this character: nripati hasan ⚬ early thirties, guitarist for crimson riot (test muse)

nripati offered them a smile devoid of any real amusement, like a predator baring its teeth as a warning. a threat. he let the silence hang in the air between them for a moment, giving them the opportunity to take back what they'd just said. when they didn't, however, he scoffed. "you want to try that again, maybe?"

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It was like an out of body experience. Alcina was looking at herself, unloading the clip into the dead body. Bullet after bullet. No sound came from the corpse, only the sharp pop of the gun. After the clip was empty and the trance left her, Alcina found herself wrapped in the arms of the man who helped her do it all. It was a strangely nice feeling. Alcina would not cry, she could not let herself cry. Her nails dug into her palms as her frame shuddered. “I should’ve done more,” The woman whispered. Shaky breaths. In and out. “I should’ve made him suffer more…” The constant ‘what ifs’ could haunt her forever. The rage lingered like a fever.

“Thank you.” She whispered back. It was strange how she had found such an understanding within him. A violent, deep understanding. 

It was truly done. She was head of the family now. It was all hers. Like it was meant to be. Alcina raised her head from his shoulder, though her hands held onto his arms. “I need to get home,” she said. “The other families are gonna want accountability for this and I need to establish my claim.” It was all so medieval, if you thought about it. “Can you…can you get rid of him?” 

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Nick's lips twitched into a snarl as Alcina's hands raised, pressing the barrel of the gun against her father's temple. This was her battle, her fight and he was merely a piece in her chess game. The said game was coming to an end. And yet, Nick knew he was already more than that — his decision to switch sides was the thing that ultimately tipped the scales, turned the fucking tables and flipped them right over. Alessandro's question was inevitable with the shock of betrayal coursing through him. The old man definitely chose goading last words to seal his end.

Nick's eyes fluttered shut as the first shot was made. Aven though Alessandro's huge frame had crumpled to the floor, obviously lifeless... the bullets kept going. His gaze flicked to the woman and Nick recognised the anguish contorted with release in Alcina's countenance as she kept pulling the trigger. He moved swiftly, hand reaching out to grab the gun and twist it away from her grasp firmly. He didn't say a word once he managed to wrangle it away and flung it to the other side of the room.

He held her tight in his arms, feeling her frame shudder. "He's dead." Nick's voice was low, gravelly against her ear. "He's dead, Alcina. It's done."

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“Fuck you!” Eris yelled. “You have absolutely no room to judge me, Luka!” The things said between them had always been harsh, just one dagger after the other. But this—this was deeper than any fight. Now a new life hung between them, something tying them to one another for all eternity. As tears fell down her cheeks, Eris inhaled sharply. The back of her hand wiped her cheeks, gaze drawn down. “So what? You expect me to quit? Quit my dreams to raise your baby, while you go out and do whatever you want?” In most situations, that’s what was expected. It had been the fate of her mother, once a promising ballerina in her own right then tied down by the burden of offspring.

“You came in here and instead of comforting me, or helping out, you’re just being an asshole!” Eris countered. Her throat closed up, she found it hard to speak. She wanted to make him leave, to be left alone. Alone was better than this. “But that’s not hard for you, is it?” Eris then took a few steps forward, finger raised in his face. “I want you to leave.”

there was something about the way she talked about their future that seemed so flippant— the complete opposite of how he was treating it. what she was carrying was not yet significant, and he understood that. he knew she had every right to decide the kind of life she wanted for herself. in fact, it’s what he would’ve encouraged her to do if they were on better terms— but they weren’t. every word from her lips, the same that used to punctuate his mornings with a kiss and end his nights with the same, felt like a knife through his chest. luka was quickly right back where he started, riled up and vengeful. “so that’s it? you’ve made up your mind and i’m just supposed to accept it?!” he asked pointedly, his thick brows knitting together. luka didn’t wait for her to respond, instead he carried on with his rant. he took out every bit of ammunition stored within, some of which he didn’t even believe, just to make her feel as low as he did. “wake the fuck up, eris! this is who you are, and this is who i am. it doesn’t matter who you’re with or where you go, you’ll always be just as fucked up as me. you can try to run from it by twirlin’ around on stage all you want, but it’ll never fuckin’ change that!”

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Ashley didn’t know why she came back. The memory of the town she left behind—the people, the weight of everything unspoken—flooded in the moment she crossed the city limits. And now here she was. Alone. Sitting on a swing in an empty playground.

Her hands were still sticky. The blood hadn’t dried. Maybe that’s why she returned—because the beast had called to her. And she, foolishly, answered. Seeing Zach again only made things worse. She hadn’t seen him since the night she disappeared. And he hadn’t changed. My god, he looked exactly the same. Maybe this town hadn’t changed at all. Maybe she was the only thing different.

A cold wind swept through, slicing through her jacket and raising goosebumps along her arms. She kept her eyes on the flickering streetlight across the lot. On. Off. On. Off. There was something unnerving about it—something wrong—but Ashley didn’t flinch.

Then, beneath the glow, a silhouette emerged.

She couldn’t make out its features. Each time the light flickered, it was closer. Step by step. Closer. "I told you not to follow me," she said. // @reevezs

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"He's here," one of the vampires called, head poking out the window. Teresa smiled. She rose from her chair with a grace honed over centuries. The first stages of her plan were finally falling into place. At first, she'd doubted anyone from that side of the ocean would entertain her offer—but then again, who could say no to half a million dollars?

She descended the stairs to the entrance hall, her expression alight with charm. As the doors opened, she was already smiling. "Mister Hargreeves! Welcome," she said warmly, stepping forward with an extended hand. “Yes, and I am sorry about that. Sadly, I haven’t been able to travel much.” The reason went unspoken.

“Please, take the gentleman’s things to his room,” she instructed a nearby servant. The man took Hargreeves’ bag and coat, vanishing swiftly down the side stairwell. “You’re just in time for supper,” Teresa added, gesturing toward a long hallway lined with red velvet carpet. “You must be exhausted from your journey. I’ve had the finest room in the castle prepared for you, so you may rest properly—after dinner, of course.”

starter for @thxoracle Teresa x William

His oxfords crunched against the gravel as he trudged along the road towards the castle. William wished he had put on much more comfortable shoes but who could have predicted this?! The rented car was long abandoned at the edge of the estate since one of the tyre blew out. Talk about his bad luck. The sky-scraping towers were almost blended into the heavy clouds. William took a moment to pause in his journey, looking up to watch a trail of swallows circling one of the tower before soaring away. That was odd — he couldn't hear any chirping, no other critter sounds throughout his walk.

Straightening up his spine, a gust of frigid breeze blew past him and William pulled his thick coat over his neck. When he finally stood at the gates, it opened with an eerie creak. The landscape was much more bleak he had expected. Sure, it was edging towards autumn and it would explain the sudden chills. From afar, he saw two tall silhouettes approaching him and William gave them a greeting, knowing they'd be his new client's workers.

They escorted him into the impressive residence. They walked past the hallway till they came to the huge drawing room. "Ah Miss Accardi," William drawled, picking off his hat to place it on his chest and gave a short bow. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He offered her a crooked smile before his eyes darted across the high ceilings of her castle, admiring the gothic design. "I must say all these letters and long distance phone calls were beginning to be dreary."

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“What are you so happy about?” Jax asked as he walked in, even though he already knew the answer. The band was finally going back on tour. After a year-long hiatus, it was happening—and he’d been waiting for this comeback longer than he cared to admit. Still, on the outside, he played it cool, calm as ever. He ran a hand over his buzzed hair, then dropped onto the couch with a satisfied sigh.

Jax and Anjali had been working together for a few months now. Janice—the band’s manager—had brought her on because of her sharp eye for style. And damn if she hadn’t nailed it. After that first show, fans couldn’t stop talking about the costumes. Anjali had basically rebranded them overnight. “I’m gonna need some new stuff, though,” he said, glancing over at her. “We kinda ripped some shit on stage last time…” // @renegadetulis

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Florence was excited. For once, she was going to a party just to go—not to promote an album, not to mingle with managers or agents. Just to have fun. The redhead had spent hours in front of the mirror, picking the perfect outfit and perfecting that effortless charm. She felt like a kid invited to their very first birthday party.

“Of course,” she said, eyes flicking over him. A smile curled at her lips. “You look great.” Florence had been hoping to see Eric again. She wasn’t shy about her interest—not really—even if she hadn’t said it out loud. “Are you sure it’s okay? Me coming to the party, I mean?” Her tone was lighter than her eyes, which searched his face for something—reassurance, maybe. Or permission to feel like she wasn't a bother.

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5.30. Just like he said, living by that "fashionably late" rule like his life depended on it. Eric was used to arriving at parties a bit late, hoping he wouldn't attract too much attention or steal the show, and even though these guests knew him well and wouldn't be fazed at all, he remembered they didn't expect Florence.

When he pulled over to pick her up, he hesitated, choosing between calling her or knocking on the door, until he finally picked the old-fashioned way. A little bit more effort to show Florence that he didn't regret his spontaneous offer and hoping he would see the same excitement in her eyes when she opened.

"Ready?" He greeted her with a smile. "Your last chance to spend this evening with a book and hot chocolate."

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"This ballerina thing? You're serious?" Eris countered. "I have been doing this 'ballerina thing' way before I met you. I am not gonna be a burnout, and I'm definitely not gonna give up my career for a baby I might not even keep!" It was a cruel thing to say, but emotions were high and all composure went out the window. "A baby is not gonna fix our issues, Luka. It's not. We're just gonna doom them into an unstable home and parents who constantly fight." Tears just kept rolling. Eris fiddled with her hands, which hovered over her belly. It became like an instinct already. She was completely lost.

"If we were different people, it might've worked." Eris uttered. She did love Luka, but she could not handle any more fights. Any more yelling and hurting one another, only to fall into each other's arms again. "I don't think I can do this...not with you..."

slowly, luka began to come down from his peak, though irritation still lingered in his body language. he sighed heavily, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck where a knot was forming from far too many days spent with his head craned down towards the soil, where his family's livelihood bloomed. "i don't know, eris. i mean, isn't this what people do? they start off complete shit, and then a baby makes them get their shit together." it was the story of his parents— their marriage wasn't perfect by any means, but they seemed to love each other and these days luka felt that could be enough. something flawed had to be better than nothing at all. "i know your career means a lot to you, but how long do you think you can do this ballerina thing until you burnout like the rest of them? is there not a single part of you that wants to see where this goes?"

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🐝  *  ―  𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  please don't leave me alone. i cannot do this without you.  ❜ ❛  just fucking leave me alone!  ❜ ❛  i'm done crying about this. i'm done crying about you.  ❜ ❛  why do you even pretend to care?  ❜ ❛  will i ever be good enough?  ❜ ❛  i hate you!  ❜ ❛  i don't ever want to see you again.  ❜ ❛  if you don't go now, i promise i'll make your life a living hell.  ❜ ❛  did you ever really love me? or was it all just a game to you?  ❜ ❛  you're not my friend ... not anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't love you anymore.  ❜ ❛  how could you do this to me? i trusted you!  ❜ ❛  i gave you my heart, and you just walked away like it meant nothing.  ❜ ❛  it's all my fault, isn't it? i ruin everything i touch.  ❜ ❛  this is goodbye. i hope you find the happiness i couldn't give you.  ❜ ❛  can't you see i'm hurting? or do you just not care enough to notice?  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who i am anymore. it's like i've lost myself along the way.  ❜ ❛  i never thought i'd see you again. why did you come back into my life now?  ❜ ❛  i'm finally happy ... why do you have to try and ruin this?  ❜ ❛  i never meant to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  what happened to us? we used to be so good together.  ❜ ❛  promises are just words, meaningless and easily broken.  ❜ ❛  i pushed you away when all i wanted was for you to stay.  ❜ ❛  why couldn't you love me back? am i not enough?  ❜ ❛  i never meant for you to find out like this. i'm so sorry.  ❜ ❛  i wish we could go back and fix the moment everything went wrong.  ❜ ❛  i feel like we're drifting apart, and no matter how hard i try, i can't stop it.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you'd say that to me.  ❜ ❛  i thought you knew me, but your words make me question everything.  ❜ ❛  i'm trapped between two impossible choices, and neither one feels right.  ❜ ❛  no matter what i choose, someone i care about is going to get hurt.  ❜ ❛  once trust is broken, can it ever be truly repaired?  ❜ ❛  you don't get it! no one does ...  ❜ ❛  no matter what i do, it's never enough.  ❜ ❛  you said you'd always be there for me. where were you when i needed you the most?  ❜ ❛  why should i have hope when everything around me is falling apart?  ❜ ❛  i can't move forward. i keep reliving this moment over and over again, and i'm stuck.  ❜ ❛  i thought i was doing the right thing ... but i realize now that i was wrong.  ❜ ❛  was it all just a lie?  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who i am anymore. i've lost myself in trying to please everyone else.  ❜