A man tells the woman who loves him that he will wait until she is clear-headed before hearing her out — and then she slips into a sleep she never wakes from. Left with nothing but his own words, he must live with the choice he made and the love he refused to hear.
Oh my god, Sloane is being so childish. Is she that desperate for attention? She actually popped a Halloween blood bag in there just to make you feel bad? Does she think she's in some low-budget horror movie? This is so gross, it's literally visual pollution.
Amber's words made everyone pause. The fear they felt a second ago instantly turned into I-can't-believe-she's-doing-this kind of I knew it, there's no way that's real blood. Girls these days will do anything for clout.
people started grumbling about how I was taking it too far and wasting their break time Luke's face went totally dark he wasn't worried at all he was pissed he marched over to the container glaring down at the dark red pool with pure disgust Sloan are you done yet his voice was dripping with impatience even a hint
of humiliated rage don't the act you think some fake blood is gonna make me run in there and hold you like some simp this just makes you look pathetic no answer from inside just dead silence and the sound of the heat waves rolling rolling by. Luke scoffed and slammed his heavy combat boot into the iron door. The
metallic boom echoed across the field. I hovered there, watching the door shake violently. Luke, that kick just made the corpse's head thud against the metal wall. You think you're kicking someone who's faking it, but you're kicking a body that's already cold, a shell of a person you killed with your own hands. I was hovering right there, watching my own corpse lose its balance.
kick sent a shockwave through the metal, and my body, which had been propped against the door, just gave way. My stiffening shell went down like a sack of bricks, falling straight to the side.