If you didn't love me
The sky was clear and bright, had a light so clear and serene, a blue so intense, merging into the blue horizon of the placid maro, the sweet echo of the waves just shook by a refreshing breeze reached the shore, harmoniously thwarted on wet sand. A little further on an arch bridal finely covered with blue and white lilies roses were perfectly interwoven with one another.
Huge already full white benches, neatly arranged one after the other, they resumed the same floral arch motif. sweet and self-styled scents mingled with the smell of evil in unison, giving the beach a touch of pure white and ethereal romance.
The slight chatter of the guests wanted to slowly into the air, dissolving into a slight imperceptible hiss, interrupted by the sound of the wedding march.
Yuri shook excited, anxious, and surprisingly frightened by that step. His lips were stiff usually just curved into a smile, while his smiling eyes and vivid light rested on the young Hope and Jacopo.
The girl's red curls framed her face in spite some small sections created a circle on top of the head. The dress fluttering blue and white made her look like a ceramic doll. A delicate little hand held up a tiny basket, while with the other scattered red and blue rose petals falling on the long wooden table covered with a turquoise carpet, next to her was her younger brother, a young kid dressed in his elegant pearl gray complex adorned with a scarlet papion. His hair of a light blond combed brush seemed to bring attention to the emerald green eyes that he had inherited from his father and that the mother had cut.
So keep that vision provoked in Yuri close to the heart, he knew that soon he would have a family and children to whom he would give love to her, Julia, while in front of his eyes there was Elèna, Hilary, Sonja, Eveline and Mariam they wore a long red and silver dress with mirrors and bright beads.
Hilary beamed as her eyes tried to Takao. Their shy and awkward glances chained themselves to each other until, finally, reached her position with her heart in throat. Everything was finally going well, after all that time felt new life flowing through her fingers.
Behind her was Sonja. Her eyes shone with a veiled shocking light from joy and pain. She knew she turn her attentions to Boris would hurt, but she had to. She hoped that if he had the magazine, perhaps, she would remember what had united them years ago. Stay there, stop at that position and in that role it tore.
Memories and emotions have risen unexpectedly to the surface, remembering the time when she uttered that fateful 'yes'.
She was followed by Eveline input. The Blondie walked slowly making hardly move her ash-blond hair that looked like liquid gold in the sunlight, and her blue eyes seemed to have a slight gray tinge. Smiled weakly toward an unwanted point out Boris, but to answer it was Max.
The sweet and naive Max. She felt dirty inside for what she had done to him. Shuddered for a moment when she saw the look full of reproach Boris watching her and for a brief moment her feet seemed not to want to respond to her commands, recovering to walk up to the altar conscious of having to make a decision in a short time .
It was strange for Elèna move in that environment of pure heat that hurt. For years she had been forced to live away from her family and it was hard to pretend not to be tied to her parents.
It hurt to have to lie again to the only person who had always been next to protect her family and that modicum of integrity who still possessed. Who knows, maybe one day everything would be different when the case would be definitively dismissed, yet everything continued to be so strange.
She clung with ephemeral serenity strength of an imperfect but normal life, a life that for too long had been stolen and that she was slowly returning and all thanks to Yuri.
It was normal to smile and try her excited eyes, then Elena turned her clear gaze toward Kei. They were the only men in her life, the only ones who would continue to follow throughout her life with her crazy ways, conscious that she had earned a special sister, Julia, that would help her to watch over Yuri.
And maybe, one day, she would no longer felt excluded from the world of light and color that had scratched black that enveloped her life.
The maid of honor was getting closer to her and Yuri managed to catch a glimpse of Julia in the distance. Yuri could not wait that all that useless commotion ceased as quickly as possible. He wanted to say them finally did, he wanted to marry her, he wanted to kiss her without shame and with all the love he felt for her, sure that eventually they would have what they both longed for more than two years.
A few more steps ...
The long Mariam's hair fell softly on her left shoulder, blocked by a light brooch. She had spoken with Julia until a few moments before and was proud to be there for her.
Emotions buttons and lives flowed in her veins, rejoicing in the happiness of her energetic and lively Spanish, she rejoiced because she had seen their newborn still love always grow month after month, and unconsciously her emerald eyes rested on those of Ozuma, indulging in a spontaneous and sincere smile. Mariam would have spoken with him and this was enough for her to be happy.
For the first time several conflicting emotions and serene animated the whole spirit of Julia, abandoning themselves to the firm grip of her father that cinched his arm, giving him a serene smile full of love and hope. Walk with slow, measured steps to the altar, surrounded by bright bridal dress, made them believe that they live in an ancient time did princes and princesses.
The veil lace slid gently on her bare back, just touching the few wavy hair left free by the hair, as her gaze was interwoven and clashed with that of Yuri. She felt the deafening beat of her heart beating fast in her throat blocked by a node, small crystal tears glistened in the sunlight. Wedding bells ringing in her ears, causing her impatient wave of gentle chills.
She greeted her parents with a kiss, holding the bouquet of peonies to one of the girls, and then joining her hands with those of Yuri.
Julia sighed fearful, clinging with all her being in that close, then murmuring with merriment, «OK, we're there».
«We at last» he replied smiling slightly, increasing the narrow, almost as if it were a primary need, a tangible proof of their love and pure.
«Yes, at last» echoed Julia moved, turning a last look at the man of her life in order to devote her attention to the priest.
The celebrant by white hair smiled good-natured, and then begin the ritual solemnly. «We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony, if anyone knows of any reason why this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace».
Everyone was silent for several minutes, until the priest continued the ritual, sliding his stern gaze on the two lovers. «Let us offer each also the promises».
Julia and Yuri were lost for a moment in their accomplices glances, undecided about which of them were to start, but at that time no word seemed to have meaning; They sufficed their intertwined hands and their eyes to see the symbol of infinite love that united them. There were only two of them.
«You know, Julia, I sometimes wonder how you can love a person like me, like you do to tolerate my behavior so unfriendly and then I see your bright eyes looking at me from a distance, that make me realize that for every pain accompanies our life there is always a reason to fight and live my reason and I found it. You are and only you will always be you. In recent years we have gone through a storm that seemed never to end, but you were there, you were always there with love, hate and anger. You've been there with your jealousy, joy and presence, and even when everything was in pieces you were there for me.
I think if you had not loved me now me there would be nothing, I would be just an empty body without a soul, I'd still be in pieces, just me and my pain and loneliness. I live with you, for better or for worse and for that promise to protect you and stay by your side until the end of our days».
Hot tears streamed down the face of Julia. She never would have imagined she could hear the deepest and sincere words, simple words that never would have thought to be able to listen to him. For a brief moment he stammered something unintelligible, shocked and excited, then smiled. «I love Yuri. I think I understood the first time we really talked without insult. I thought that the time would sooner or later we separated and instead here we are, still together.
Sometimes I, did really bad stay by your side but you also saved me, you know? Thanks to you I realized that if I really wanted to save me, you, and what we had to learn to be stronger and begin to fight for what I want, because it's you that I want.
You are the person I most was next in this time, even when you really wanted to do that you know what to do to make me react and take me back to the light. At the bottom we have never served many words because they are our gestures that replace the speeches that you hate so much.
Yet when you talk to me, when you do really, for a brief moment both forget about us, we forget the pain that often has divided us. I love you, I always loved you and I want to be with you until the end of our days».
It was a sudden and impetuous gesture. Their lips barely touched with passion and sweetness, hugging each other. hot shivers went through their back along the spine, smiling when after several seconds they heard a slight cough of the priest, while the present drying their tears of emotion.
The celebrated serious comeback, setting its sight on Yuri, to pronounce the sacred words. «Wilt thou Yuri Ivanov take this woman to be your lawful wife until death do you part?»
«I want it» he said with a confident tone, looking intensely at Julia, grateful to have a woman like her at his side, completely unable to suppress a smile.
«Want you…».
Julia did not give the priest time to finish the question, anticipating the priest. «I want it».
It seemed almost a cry that immediately joined a light laughter, while the priest was finally sanctioned the new bond. «With the power given to me I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride»
«As if I had not already done so» he murmured marry him with a mocking tone, sure of not being heard, and then grasp the lives of his wife, making her perform a dangerous casquet snatching a slight yelp, then join their lips hungrily , seeking her tongue. He did not care at all if someone could judge the inappropriate gesture. It was the only thing he wanted from her, then just bite the lower lip, whispering: «Now you're mine».
«And you're mine» she muttered Julia moved, she could not even describe the feeling of happiness that shook every fiber of her body, getting lost in the intensity of the blue of her eyes, joining their lips again in a deep kiss, and load significat. Her heart was beating a thousand, as the crowd cheered the new couple.
«I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Ivanov».
United more than ever exchanged a new look, along with the aisle toward their new life together.
A few hours later the guests reached an enormous room that appeared to be made of pure crystal. Small beams of blue light illuminated the circular tables elegantly furnished with linen tablecloths and silk brocade with delicate decorations extolling the floral centerpieces.
White and gold drapes obscured just the windows that seemed to embrace the entire room, while soft melodies spread in the air.
Takao smiled humble while their old classmates reached their group.
«Hey Salima, Kane, Mathilda, Michelle, Olivier, Gianni! How nice to see you again!» said Hilary in a loud voice, embracing all the old comrades, until a strange whistling turned her all.
«How is beautiful! Barbie and monkeys still together» said Takao with childlike expression on his face. It looked like a child who was waiting for Christmas, though his happiness came from the simple joy of living.
In six years it was the first time they saw again all the survivors of the tragedy and after all the pain of the last year was finally enjoying a moment of colors and emotions, but that brief moment idiot abruptly when Mariam hit him with a slap in the neck, annoyed by a phrase that made her go over all the dead who had been forced to witness.
Especially one: that of Queen. That ... that death could never eliminate it from her heart.
«Are you crazy?» He snapped, trying to understand why the singer stared at him with hatred, rubbing a hand the injured party, when Hilary hit him in turn, humiliated by the annoying nickname by which he was labeled his group for many years.
«Ouch! You make me sick!» He protested, protecting themselves from attack. Snorted loudly, and then turn his head to the side. «Harpies».
The two girls giggled evil, ignoring the amused eyes of their friends, and then shouting in unison: «You idiot!».
«Men, flee from these crazy! » Mistakenly he bit his tongue, thinking briefly to the phrase he had just enunciated. «Ah ... no, don't do it. I am engaged to a crazy I love»
The look of the Japanese shone for a moment, struck by love, weaving her fingers through those of the young. «I love you too».
«Hila,» said Mariam with an amused and composed tone. It was absurd how much she liked teasing Takao and, above all, she loved the way those two gave rise to scenes nothing short of absurd. «If you have not figured, know that Takao have offended you».
As if she had just awakened from a long sleep Hilary slammed repeatedly lashes, still groggy from the previous speech. «You, as you call me?».
«Mar, this I'll get you».
«Sure. Before you create damage and then give me the blame. Very logical, Kynomoya» said Mariam ironically, treading the last words. The face of the Moor is tinged with different shades of red, puffing out his cheeks hurt, but the exact moment when he was about to respond to the voice of DJ drowned out his voice.
«We welcome with warm applause the groom and the bride! Here's to you Mr. and Mrs. Ivanov».
The thunderous roar of applause greeted the young couple with festive warmth. Julia was advancing at a quick pace, it seemed that saltelasse, waving in the air as she dragged Yuri with her bouquet at the center of the track. She had a radiant smile on her face and she still could not believe he married the man she loved.
It seemed to live in a wonderful dream timeless, pure and crystal clear, their eyes were mirrored one another, pouring all their love in their first dance, letting the sweet melody of the song hugged every fiber of their bodies pressed together.
They were so close after so long, the arms of Yuri surrounded Julia's waist, while hers were behind his neck. Both slowly swayed, eye to eye; they were so good together, away from all that had been.
They smiled. They smiled as they did long ago.
«This song is almost perfect for us,» whispered Yuri with an amused tone, unfriendly a lock of hair from his wife's face as he slowly stroked her back.
«Almost?» She asked, furrowing her brow for a second, then let go to a slight chuckle. «It's perfect, however».
«Yes it is». It hurt to think almost lost several times because of errors.
He felt guilty for everything he had done and he could never forget the moment when he thought that Julia was just a means to eliminate Alexander. She was so much more.
Was the lifeline that had brought back to life in the darkest period and unconsciously, as a sign of protection, just increase the grip on her weist, sighing slightly.
«What's up?». It was so unusual to see Yuri in those conditions and a surge of concern invaded her heart for a moment.
«Nothing, I was just thinking».
«At what?».
For a brief moment drop silence as the song continued gently cradling the couple, until Yuri smiled, gently touching the lips of Julia with his, whispering plaintively: «What I really love you».
With a light Julia spontaneous shooting he leaned forward, embracing Yuri excited and touched, just touching his ear with her lips. «I love you too».
Sonja watched the scene from a distance, she saw a few couples that reached the dance floor, trying infinite sadness. Her gaze was determined to try to Boris, weaving her fingers through his.
She never would have thought that he would accept her hand. He had missed the narrow welds and rough that made her heart explode, knowing that this would be the last time.
Every word that crossed her mind seemed unnecessary. Empty. Completely meaningless. Fortuitously, together, they found themselves moving to the rhythm of music.
They were so close, yet distant. Separated by barriers made of poisoned thorns.
«Hold me» was the only thing that Sonja could say.
It was a desire that had concealed for too long, a dream she had wanted to hide for too long. She wanted to withdraw into a world that still thought she knew, turning in a fleeting and insubstantial effimer bubble that still belonged to her.
An empty feeling the torn chest, convulsing in pain when she felt the hands of Boris gently encircle her weist, skin against skin; she inhaled his seductive scent of it taking drugs. The smell that had so often found in their bed had transported into the past.
A past that had been stained by the black death, by deceit and betrayal, a past that Sonja wanted to try to purify in some way, a past that was gone, blown away. Slowly she tried to dispel the gray clouds that flooded her life but not now, not now.
Sonja just needed him for the last time, again and again.
Smiled weakly as a silent tear slip on her face, leaving a tiny trace black, conscious that everything would slipped away of her fingers once again.
Unreachable.
Boris was not even aware of why he had decided to embrace it, favoring an intimate desire, while their distant eyes refused to meet, fearful of what could still be among them, but there was no point, it was just the fault of the bloody melancholy, a faded and blurred memory of what it could no longer be.
It hurts.
«Once ... once you told me that I was the strongest person that you knew were wrong but, I'm not strong» Sonja spoke softly, her voice sounded more and more unstable and broken, while her serene face revealed a slight smile that hid for a long time. «I understand you, and in your place I do not think I would have survived all this time, I think I would run away»
«You fled on several occasions, however. You run away from your family for selfishness and fear, but I still think you're the best person I know. You were always there for all of us even when collaborated with the enemy» said Boris with a serious tone.
He would not let soften their utterance, nor had plans to again bring up the past. He swallowed wearily, lifting the girl's chin. He could clearly see the pain across Sonja's eyes, and at the precise moment when their eyes off chained his back was shivered.
And finally he decided. He chose to win the instinct and forget his pride for a brief moment. «There is a line between right and wrong, you had your reasons and I have mine. I am, though I would not».
«But you can't be with me, not after all the tragedies of recent years».
«I wish, trust me. But it's just over».
Sonja nodded sadly. Those words were a deep and painful stab, stab that was hard to penetrate into her skin up to pierce her heart. Slowly she rose on the toes, gently touching the Boris's cheek with her lips. Her heart suddenly had begun to beat and live again, saluting for the last time the man she loved. «Goodbye, Huznestov».
«Goodbye, Ivanova».
He saw her move away through the crowd until her figure vanished into the crowd. Chase it again would be stupid, and yet he wanted to do it and then slam it against the wall, kissing her as he had not for some time.
But Boris knew. He knew it would be stupid to act according to their own impulses only for selfishness. His heart, now, belonged to another, and he just had to learn to accept the new feelings, Sonja aware that there would always be.
She not had never liked those moments so intimate and had always hated that kind of partner dance but, for the first time, Mariam wished she could be at the center of the track with him. It was almost absurd to think that was giving way to romance, lying to herself.
Ozuma lacked, was her oxygen, the only medium that brought her back to the surface after being plunged into the darkest depths. Her eyes wandered about Julia and Yuri, seeing in them the deepest love and pure look, a look so deep that many times had settled on her with silent sweetness.
She felt envious of a sentiment that seemed to want to leave, and that for months had wanted to refuse, assuming that faults do not really belong.
Empty.
Sometimes had the impression that something had dug in her heart, uprooting the flower of light, but something was again revived; it was only a tiny precious sprout that emanated a white light and ethereal, finding herself to smile when she saw the object of her fears and desires walk a few steps toward her.
All the security that usually sported vanished, her legs began to give way, afraid of having to face a truth that was still unreal. Mariam knew that she had to talk about it, but not now, not now.
It would have been selfish reveal everything at that time.
«Hey, what are you doing here all alone?».
She smiled ironically, crossing her arms under the breast. «So you're telling me you're not here?».
Ozuma gave her a scowl, then amused chuckle. «Yes, I'm a ghost».
Mariam pursed her lips and just hit him lightly on the arm, and then says sarcastically: «Of course, unfortunate that the ghosts are invisible while you are here».
Their eyes met for a brief moment, and then lean their backs against a wall, drifting from the words of the song, in silence.
Both feared that if only they had dared to utter a word that enchantment would dissolve, they were afraid that any wrong word could destroy the fragile sand castle they had built in a few hours.
It had been all too easy to get lost for errors and misunderstandings, gave poisoned accusations and too many times they had believed that love was whisked away, a simple banal and profound sentiment was not enough to drown out all the injustices they had suffered.
«Yesterday you said something». Gather all the courage and talk to her was not easy but it was the only thing he could do. It was worth fighting for her and still break once the ice that lay in wait for her heart.
«You have not lost me» Mariam whispered with a firm and confident tone, trying his hand up to intertwine their fingers.
It was strange to see her so ... different. In the past it would take hours and a lot of patience to make it say something sensible, could see her bright eyes and full of life addressed only to him. That was the coolest thing he had ever seen.
«And yet it seems so, at least for the way in which you are gone».
There was resentment in those cold and sharp words. Mariam merely shrugged with false indifference, safe choices she had made. «It was right at that time, at least for me».
«Maybe it was for you but not for me! I was silent while you falled day after day. I felt useless and excluded from your life». He had forgiven all her errors but, despite everything, still harbored anger toward her.
See her suffer like that made him feel guilty, yet always remained something disturbing and undefined. Something that tore the thin thread of fate that not kept separate.
«I know, and I thank you for everything you did on those nights. It was you, you were you that took me in the room when I was losing control. Thank you. That's why you've not lost me and that's why I'm still in love with you ... but there's one thing I should tell you ...». She knew.
It did not matter if the memories of those nights were blurred or some absurd game of her mind. Mariam just wanted him to know the truth.
For too long she had lived in an icy wasteland, an icy hell without sense, devoid of all hope. The wounds of the past were still burning, scratching her skin and continued to relegate it in that cold prison and she had chosen. Mariam had decided to finish that work desperately acting according to her will.
A new burning fire burning in her chest and she felt he was ready for the new struggle against herself. She knew it would be a destructive battle and painful but nothing could ever overcome suffering the darkness of the past four months.
Like a phoenix burned in her own fire, only to rise again from its ashes.
«Wait, what? Are you still in love with me?». Ozuma was startled and incredulous. Those words echoed in his mind whirling, then slam repeatedly blinked, nailing Mariam sharply against the wall. It was an unexpected revelation, like a violent summer storm.
She trembled, passing her tongue over her dry lips, merely give him a cryptic look. «Yes, that's right». Mariam smiled mockingly, just cracking her head sideways. «But talking about here does not seem right».
«So?»ask Ozuma annoyed. He was tired of that play on words and unspoken words that remained unspoken. «Short Cut».
«When we return to the city boar at your house and we'll have plenty of time to talk».
«Our house, you mean. We bought it together» he corrected harshly, only to mention a smile, freeing the singer from that position. Instinctively he held out a hand. «Would you like to dance? ».
Without any hesitation Mariam shook it safely, leaving drag in pure romance.
Embarrassing.
Yuri could not find more guessed word to define the moment of cutting the cake. Quick as a cat Julia had spread a little 'of frosting on her nose and friends, or rather the traitors, they had cleverly filmed that moment.
Yet he could not to get angry, while his wife had removed the lower part of the dress, leaving only a brief sheath dress bright and, once again, had dragged him on the track, starting at some steps of tango.
As she moved she could see the sensual and explosive nature of the Spanish. Her legs moving slowly, and then clicks into fast motion, the hands trembled of pure passion and touched her breast, touching with delight the most sensitive points of the body but if Julia believed that this would be enough to make amends was wrong.
Soon he would take her in their bedroom and there he would be punished in his own way. He just had to wait for a last step. "Throw this damn bouquet and greet all," he ordered him sternly.
Amused, exchanged a fleeting glance of understanding with Kei, mustering all her friends in a loud voice, he hoped that all was well and had his back to her friends taking the time.
«One, two, three» but no flower was thrown into the air. Julia turned with a jerk, handing the flowers to Eléna.
The girl with black hair widened in disbelief, plugging her mouth with her hands. «What does it mean?» Mumbled uncertain, when she notice the presence of Kei behind her, he was on knees and a diamond ring in his hands.
Eléna never cried, but that scene had totally upset, abandoning her usual stiffness.
Everything seemed surreal and unlikely, and then slide her gaze first on Julia and then on Kei. Her heart was totally in turmoil, frightened by the unexpected gesture that had never crossed her mind.
«You always told me that I had to make my own choices and my choice is you». That was nothing more than an implicit question. Hot tears slid down her cheeks, her lips kissing passionately Kei.
It seemed that life had taken a different turn and unexpected, as she continued to devote herself to those lips that he loved so much.A voltage shudder shook the boy for a moment, still unsure of the answer. He had spent the evening of the anxiety and tension, so as to make him believe that this marriage would never end. «I'm waiting for an answer» he snapped acid. Kei would not let anyone see the tension that gripped her body.
«Yes, absolutely yes» shouted Elèna. She trembled when Kei slipped the lonely, lost in the pale gleam of the precious gem, happy as a child. «I'm engaged,» she hummed, ignoring the grim look that Yuri had turned to Kei, but she did not care at all.
Elèna laughed when he picked her up, print a kiss on her lips. Finally she had the piece of happiness was hers.
The sun filtering through the thick windows, illuminating with its light rays the face of Julia. She was lying naked on the still sleeping husband's chest, again with the memory fuzzy pictures of the previous night.
Hot hands were looking for all night, giving way to muffled groans and panting breaths, loving each other all night.
Wearily she climbed out of bed, trying clothes in silence and were close to the door on tiptoe, when the voice of Yuri startled her. «Where you going?».
«Good morning to you» she said with a note of irony in her voice, giving him a genuine smile. «I'm going to Sonja. You know, after yesterday ...» she added with concern.
He frightened her the situational that had arisen between her and Boris and a strange premonition annoying invaded his mind. He thought it was not safe to leave her alone. There was something distinctly odd about the whole situation.
«Go, I will shortly reach you».
Yuri would never admit it but did not dare to think the worst. He was afraid and knew that it was absurd to try after the death of his enemy.
Without a word Julia came out of the room, rushing toward Sonja room when a strange track caught his attention.
Blood.
The disgusting and acrid metallic smell of blood had spread everywhere. death smell.
A corpse lying on the ground, helpless, stuck in the chest with a knife, straight between her breasts, which tore the thin fabric of light nightgown. Dense and dark lumps had congealed around the eyes and nose.
It seemed that on the face of pain had been brightly painted one of sheer terror mask smeared and is crossed by the trail of wet nonexistent tears.
The window and the door was shut, locked from the inside. Nothing was out of place, it seemed that she had been struck this mess on her own body.
And so why? Why had he done now that everything had returned to normal? Why?
For several moments, Julia stared at the scene with no preferred word, had not even the strength to cry. There were no words to describe the horror that her eyes had been forced to see.
The heart seemed to have stopped, she seemed to remain motionless in her chest crushed by a boulder that weighed tons, until slid to the ground with her back against the cold door.
A desperate scream ripped through the air that suddenly had become heavy, just shaken by increasingly strong sobs and pained, now her eyes were incapable of looking at the corpse of her friend lying on the ground, lifeless.
The same life that she had decided to tear from her body in a mere act of madness, because it was absurd to think that Alexander was back.
The scene of the perfect crime.
Her screams had spread throughout the corridors occupied by their friends. Panting, they ran until they found Julia pours over the body with red hands, stained with blood.
Their eyes were stunned, completely in shock, until a faint whisper broke the silence. «She's dead ... Sonja is dead.»
Space authore:
Yeah, I'm again here and now we know who is dead. The question is: Is Sonja killer herself or was she murdered?
First at all: I based this chapter on a song "If you didn't love me" by Inna and I love this song *-* and I loved write this chapter but something dislike me. Who was the chapter? I hope it was funny read this as it was funny for me write this =)
Thanks Midnight Sins and Kazumakun, you're amazing and I love you guys!
See you at the next dark chapter with another death *evil grime*
Byee!
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