Lotte

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          [Impassive]
          I moved closer, reaching for her shoulders, my fingers trembling as I touched her. She flinched at my touch, as if she didn't recognize me, didn't know who I was. I pulled her towards me, but she didn't fight. She just let me guide her, like she was floating through some nightmare I couldn't understand. "What's happening?" I whispered under my breath, but there was no answer. I looked into her eyes, and it was like looking at someone else. A stranger.
          
          [Mourning in Italy]
          Just as I was beginning to relax, the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the house, sharp and jarring. I tensed, my eyes darting toward the door. The deep voices of my brothers carried up the stairs, their anger palpable even before I heard their words. "Where the hell is he?" Vito's voice boomed from the hallway, his tone sharp and frustrated.
          
          [Estranged]
          I woke up sweating. The words were still ringing in my ears, and I could almost see their faces: Blake's anger, Liam's bitterness, Ethan's cold disappointment. They were furious. And I wished it would've been only a dream.

I'm not sure if it's my phone or what, but some of the chapters of Oblivion seem to be out of order.

I don't know why, but some did and some didn't get a notification last Saturday about the New mourning in Italy chapter and same happens to the stories I read.  Does anyone know why?

@ILvveYvu  
          
          "Matteo!" he barked, urgency lacing his voice as he spotted his cousin, who dropped the ice in his hand as he rushed towards them. As Alessandro stood, water dripping from his body, his eyes never left Enzo. His rage was undeniable, simmering beneath the surface, and the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife.  Alessandro's focus was fixed on the aftermath of Enzo's thoughtless actions. The anger was raw, sharp, and completely unrelenting. Josephine scrambled backward, wide-eyed and trembling, her gaze glued to the water.

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          [Impassive]
          I blinked, disoriented, trying to catch my breath as I lay there in the dark, the weight of the silence pressing in on me. The room felt too warm, stifling even, like the air had thickened around me while I slept. I could feel a thin layer of sweat coating my skin, making everything feel heavy, as though I were trapped in my own body.
          
          [Mourning in Italy]
          His voice cut through the air, icy and unyielding. "Entra in acqua."
          
          [Estranged]
          "Excuse me, Simone," he said looking on her name tag, his voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. "I'm looking for someone. Cara Miller. Is she working tonight?" The bartender paused, looking at him for a beat too long. It was a glance that made Blake's skin prickle with unease, but she didn't seem to outright dismiss him. Instead, she gave a small, knowing smile, her eyes scanning him from head to toe.

I just realized you post every Friday for “mourning in Italy” And I’m lowkey SUFFERING  I have reread like chapter like 5 times. I can’t anymoreee I need an updateeee lollll

So quick

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          [Impassive]
          "Careful," she said with a teasing smile, her voice soft but somehow daring. "This cake's too good to share."
          
          Her words, playful as they were, didn't mask the underlying challenge. It was the same challenge that had been there ever since she arrived back home—the kind that made me question why my thoughts kept circling back to her. Why every time she was near, my focus shifted completely, like she was the only thing in the room worth looking at.
          
          [Mourning in Italy]
          
          Panic surged through me, an instinctive terror that sent me thrashing against him. My chest tightened, and before I could stop myself, I muttered, "I can't swim, Enzo." Enzo wasn't listening. My heart raced as I felt the familiar rush of fear take over. My hands shot out to grab at his shoulders, pushing, trying to break free. "Put me down!" I gasped, panic rising in my throat. "I can't swim!" I screamed, but my words were lost in the chaos of my terror.
          
          [Estranged]
          
          "Good luck, Liam," I whispered softly, the words barely escaping my lips. I didn't dare to speak any louder, afraid to wake him up from his resting. He shouldn't realise who I was, and I couldn't let him know. But I wished him well—I hoped he would find happiness.

OMG I can't tell u how much I like ur book estranged. There's only 6 chapters but I'm already hooked. Good luck writing. 

Hello everyone, I'm taking a short Wattpad break. The updates will continue (the chapters are already written), but I'll be responding less or not at all for a while. See you soon!