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Regrets

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Reads 773
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Parts 33
Time 2h 36m

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A funeral.

The sun was shining brightly, contradicting the emotions of the people standing below it as all of them stared at the coffin which was about to be lowered into the depths of a dark hole - together with its content, the lifeless body of a young man named James Font.

And amidst the crowd of mourners, another young man, the former best friend of late Mr. Font - Marcus Reed. His expression was blank, no sorrow to be detected. Just plainness.
That was, until he suddenly began laughing, of course.



A story about fucked up morals, discovery of empathy and a few too many drinks.

Copyright @ AntiraqAll Rights Reserved

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Chances Of Truth ☑️ by zZohana3

"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................

Dead Boy Walking by cosmic-creepers

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Decadent by DystopianMilieu

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Unknown | ✔ | First Version by Young_Queen1246

Perhaps things would have turned out differently. Maybe I could have avoided what was to come. Maybe it's a game life wanted me to play, and there's no forfeiting or escaping. I simply have to follow the rules and hopefully make it to the final round, even if that means that I'll be buried six feet underground like him. __________________________________ "Things happen when you least expect them, whether they're good or bad, and in my case, it was everything and more."- Linda Smith Linda Smith, in a million years, never expected her life to take a crazy turn. To be handcuffed and blamed for a death no one saw coming. With a new identity and a new life, she is determined to find the true suspect. Can Linda prove her innocence, or will she share the same fate as Jacob, her now-dead boyfriend? Warnings: *Language Involved* *Violence/fights* (mainly on Chapter 33) Cover made by @lyspynen

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Chances Of Truth ☑️

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