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Okay ducklings, I noticed a number of you, like 3, put alerts on the story AFTER it was completed. Where, I ask you, is the sense in that? It's over! But the 2nd part has just begun! That's right, What the Voices Cry is out and on it's 4th chapter. I'm close to 10,000 words already. So check it out on my profile!

And since the rules state that I cannot post endorsement, I'm going to post a small section that was deleted from the up coming chapter. It's original, it's fresh, it had nowhere to go!

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Chapter 4 Preview for "What the Voices Cry"

Disclaimer: Arty isn't mine, Sophia is.

He stepped out from behind a column of ivy and kissed her. Exactly as she had attacked him about an hour before. Only her ambush was in front of people, out on the dance floor. His was beside her sister's grave, so it stung more. Between each contact he asked her a question.

"How does it feel to know-" Artemis's eyes could not be darker. "-that I don't love you anymore?"

Sophie thought she would feel at least some relief. But there was nothing but despair. How could this be? She had been trying for years to make him stop. Perhaps she had misjudged her own feelings. Regardless of how annoying he was, how many times a day he brought her to the very pit of pure anger by pushing all the wrong buttons, putting aside how bloody much he scared her sometimes, Sophia liked Arty. He had been her best friend; she was genuinely fond of him. Love? At some points she even felt that. Eight years later she had thought she'd gotten over any unnecessary emotions like love. Boy, was she wrong. Because what he was saying…what he was saying hurt.

"Awful." She replied, tears forming. "Whoa, I actually didn't lie" would've have been her first thought if she hadn't been so occupied. She could hardly believe she was crying. Honest-to-God tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Normally her second thought (if she would've had one coherent one after the first, which never really happened, but could've happened) would have been something along the lines of "I hope Juliet used water-proof mascara". Of course, she wouldn't have really had that thought, because the only time she saw Juliet was when she was with Artemis and she would never be so vain around him. She just wouldn't care. Then again she was at a party, so she might have had that thought as she was surrounded by rich strangers and was not one to downplay her appearence just because of her social class. But all of this is quite beside the point, for in the end she never had either thought cross her mind.

So Artemis kissed her again and neither of them could forget the words, but neither of them would do anything about it. They had been said, they had been final, they had been potential lies.

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So go read it! It's better than that cheesy crap, I swear.

Oh, and review. Come on, it's nearly my birthday! Please?

~Dania