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"May I come in." Not a question. Bain stepped back. Rhys walked in and looked around the flat once — the stack of unopened letters on the table, the glass from last night still on the counter, the general atmosphere of a man who had been managing badly for a long time — and said nothing about any of it. He stood in the middle of the room with his hands still in his pockets and simply waited. "Tea," Bain said. "No." Bain put the kettle on anyway. He needed something to do with his hands and his mind was already running numbers — the kind of rapid, ugly calculation he was very good at when money was on one side of the equation and people were on the other.

Inside a small building, Jennie had just finished singing a song accompanied by Billie's guitar rhythm. Jennie attached her microphone to the handle of the standing microphone in front of her and began walking towards the sofa, throwing her body there. Billie let go of the guitar strap that had been wrapped around his body and sat on a chair far away from the sofa that Jennie was currently sitting on. "Are you still not giving up?" he inquired. Jennie turned her head, "I will never give up on my dream."

"Hello, is this Ms. Walter? This is regarding your complaint about insufficient indoor heating. "We've checked our system, and it shows that no payment was made for your unit." The voice on the phone was clear and cold. Each word struck my heart like a hammer. I didn't even remember how I ended the call. All that echoed in my mind were four words—"No payment was made". William walked over and took my freezing hand. His palm was warm, but it couldn't drive away the chill spreading through me. "William…" My voice came out hoarse, trembling with sobs. "My mom lied to me… She never paid the heating bill!"

“Just…just stay back.” “Ms. Williams,” one guard said slowly, “you’re trespassing. Put down the gun—” “Shut up!” I dug the barrel harder against my skull. “You don’t understand. None of you understand. They took everything. My son, my life, my…” My eyes welled with tears until I couldn’t see anything. I blinked rapidly, remembering James’s face every time he had hugged women who weren’t me. “Ma’am, Mr. Maxwell is on his way—”

'You are one of only twenty-two chosen. Emma didn't have the strength to read that sentence to the end. 'To confirm your interest once again, kindly make a payment...' She scrolled past this part too, till the end of the message: 'We cannot wait to witness and help shape the brilliance of your artistic journey here at Crestfield. The future is yours to paint.' 'No, the future has been sold,' she thought. She closed her eyes and buried her face in her pillow again. Her phone buzzed. A message.

Gold is fake and real love hurts. But nothing hurts when I'm alone. And you're with me and we're alone. Let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall give you a ball and chain. Its not like me to be so mean you're all I wanted. Just let me hold you. Like a hostage. * Billie Elish *

I'm still your Holding on too tight Head up in the clouds Heaven only knows Where you are now How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

he asked, genuinely intrigued by her sudden generosity. Lily leaned back, crossing her legs and gesturing playfully. "I just feel like it, you know? Let's have some fun tonight," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And besides, you're a police officer. I'm pretty sure you won't hurt me," she added, a glint of teasing mischief dancing in her eyes.

I was getting close, the heat tightening now into something focused and urgent, my jaw loose, my breath coming shorter— The door opened. I yanked the sheets up and sat upright in one movement, heart slamming against my ribs. "What the fuck," I said. "Can't you knock?" Darren looked at me. "You're kidding right?" I said nothing. I reached over and snapped the laptop shut. He walked straight to the desk and dropped a stack of envelopes on it without breaking stride. "What are those?" I said. He looked at me. "I know you're not familiar, but these are what we call bills. They're what you need to start paying."

This man is truly ideal. Before singing the second verse, I let Maria and Luna play and counted to ten. “I’ve looked for love in all the same old places.” When he heard my voice, Aries froze. I didn't mind him and kept singing. “But you poured out your heart, I didn’t waste it. ‘cause there’s nothing like your love, to get me high, yeah.” My hand moved to my belly and managed to strike the high note. I heard Aries harmonizing with me from the back as I sang the second chorus. I ignored him and turned to look at Grandma, who was staring at us.