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"The slice of heaven that I gave, slice of heaven that I gave to you. Slice of heaven that I gave to you last night."


Now, here I sit in what used to be our house. 

I pull my feet up under me, making sure the blanket on my lap is secure. 

I'm waiting for my dinner to finish cooking, so I figure I might as well eat a little something to pass the time as I look at the vanilla cake in my hands. 

I slide my finger through the frosting before bringing it to my lips and sucking off all the buttercream. 

Wiping my finger on my shirt, I lean over to grab the remote and turn on the tv. 

The News comes on and they're talking about a young man that has gone missing recently. 

I roll my eyes, not caring, until they show the photo of said missing person, who just happens to be the one and only Luke Hemmings. 

I feel a smirk form on my lips as I take a bite of cake. 

"I guess you're just a piece of meat to me," I whisper, hearing the timer for my pot roast dinner go off.



*** The End ***  


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