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s remember her in the one place she loved. It was the only place I was ever sane with the love of my life, Daya, but she had to leave. I remember waking up to her making breakf

my lifeline, my wife. The only reason I looked forward to waking up and coming back home after a day's work. She made my place feel like a home. Warm

remarks, her bare skin against mine. I missed her laugh, her kisses, her touch. The way she made me a totally different man. The way she said soothing words to my ears. Everything will be fine, my love. She was in my head. She was part of me. I lost eve

sted in this arrangement, and I didn't show up to the meeting where I was to meet my soon to be w

arrangement, and he stood by the door, his face hard and his hand

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the Barone's and you'll do it cause I said so. You cannot keep wallowing in self pity.

flared. I wanted to hit hi

use she was his best friend's daughter. I stepped uncomfortably close to my father, my hands by my side and

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just the way I planned. Heard her name was Aria. It was a b

she left this world. She broke me into a thousand pieces. I was hellbe

The only woman bringing life to his old home. She was the only one he cou

around this place covered in mu

other in my life and I'm grateful for all she did

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the one". I clenched my teeth, walked out

didn't think I could ever say into the intercom; send Carter in. Carter was a friend of mine working in a section of my company. He had a habit of barging into my office without permission,

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