Octavia's POV...!
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"Poor Eleanor," I whisper. Wilson nods his head.
"I know, it's just awful."
"Shh!" I look over at the door to her room and see she's still asleep— thank God. It took her a good two hours to finally pass out from exhaustion. "Wil, you gotta whisper." He gives me a sheepish grin and opens his arms. Returning with a small smile, I slip into his hold, letting out a small sigh.
"What is it, pumpkin?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on. Spill." He gives me a little nudge; rolling my eyes, I say,
"I just... can't imagine that happening to anyone, let alone someone as sweet as Eleanor! Granted, we didn't hear too much about him, but it sounds like they were so in love. Why does the world do shitty stuff to good people?" I raise my voice a bit and Wilson tells me to calm down. "Sorry, I just can't imagine losing you at all, let alone by something as tragic as that! She saw him die, Wil."
"I know, I know..." He strokes my hair. "I guess we just have to make sure the party is good, yea?" It takes me a moment to register his words.
"Yea!" I yell.
"Shh!" He whisper-yells. I stick my tongue out at him, give him the one-second finger and run into my room. Grabbing all my folders and my package of sharpies, I race back into the living room and slap it all down on the coffee table, making my boyfriend jump slightly.
"Let's get this sweet-ass party started," I say with a grin.
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Never Again
RomanceThere are choice: choices that can change the course of life itself. They can make people better, or ruin everything, forever. Choices make people think; sometimes, they come with second guessing, and they always come with consequences- good and bad...
