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"SECRETLY meeting someone behind my back. Haven't you fixed that terrible habit?" — Run Devil Run - Girl's Generation (SNSD) UPON FINDING OUT THAT SHE WAS GETTING CHEATED ON BY HER BOYFRIEND... Aeri Uchinaga realized how much she liked her best friend instead. Was she into men in the first place now? NO. IDOL: Giselle of AESPAAeri sat in the dimly lit café, stirring her iced Americano absentmindedly. The neon sign outside cast a red glow against the window, matching the heat rising in her chest. Across from her, her best friend sipped on a similar drink, ears attentive as she listened to Aeri spill everything.
She pulled out her phone, swiping to a folder filled with screenshots—texts, late-night transactions, blurry photos of his shirt with lipstick stains, and way too many heart emojis that weren't meant for her. The screen illuminated Aeri's face, revealing the cold determination in her eyes.
Aeri's eyes glinted with something dangerous. "He owes me. All the dates, the gifts? That money's mine. And I'm gonna squeeze every last penny out of him before I let him go."
Aeri traced the rim of her glass with a perfectly manicured finger. "And then..." She glanced up, locking eyes with her best friend, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "You'll see."
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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