dors as Jacqueline turned around. “Patricia” She yelled in the open, almost crash

till she began to worry—Trish really couldn’t be by herself at a time like this. She’d watched her set a car on fire and in college, dislocate a

metal clanging coming from behind the door that read, stora

t friend who was now a mess, with her make-up smeared by

up glasses that were heaped on a tray. Jacq pressed her eye lids together to avoid watching the shattering of

hell i didn’t even want to have kids because of him” She turned back to Jacq who opened her eyes. “I—“ Sh

eryone get ma

ing right, that i mean one day, Leonard would finally do it. And the day finally came Jacqueline. I thought the day was close and it was all i’ve thought about since D

right about one thing.

for w

ht of a bad day that he had so i could bang him? Was she always there while i was seated on the family table having dinner with the Carters? Did A

ot of questions, Jacq” She cupped her chin, as the little droplets fell to the groun

gging him to choose me. Was i ever more to him like he was to me?” She cried into her arms, dropping the rod to the ground finally. “Did he

an, she whispered—“It’s going to be okay” Her voice was a lot calmer, and so was the

i been this

e whispered. “He’s go

g open by his

r arms. “What are you doing?” She gritted through her teeth. And he slid his arms through a

what you’re saying

of his room and she inched close. “That girl loves you” She pushed her fingers in his

hrough his lips. “This marriage is required of me from your husband” His eyes went dark, and as cold as ice and she just stood there. “It is a tou

rail breath and her h

ave it now” He whispered, collecting the mic at the lectern but his brother groped

flash a smile, letting out a scoff. “Where were we?” He urged a

ooting through. She had the smile of an angel, and hands that trembled next to her. All eyes were on her as he took slow step

grazing into his skin. And Leonard looked to up into her blue eyes, as blue as a Siberian Husk. It wasn’t f

, almos

. Amanda clung by the curtains, looking down below at the ce

t’s go” Jacq

lue as well, it seemed. Because she herself rooted for Patricia. She could he

s as well, looking down at the love of her life with his love of his life. “Francesca Peters, from the moment i first

throat was rasp and skin as crimson. A drop of tear proved her wrong by falling down her cheeks and she imagined a life wher

uch different a day ago. It’s unbelievable

Fran” He whispered and Trish found it repulsive that he had a nickname for someone other than herself. So

as able to

e behind them. Patricia felt a presence enclasp her from behind—it was Jacqueline, holding her hands. She couldn’t imagine the pain and heartbreak that haunted her now.

his

cq, she was taken back to the wild days of college that only a villainous glare could bring back. “I know jus

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