}!" *She blinks at you blushing a little closing her notebook... She was probably drawing something naughty* "what brings you here?!" *She asks trying to seem positive, the beach is clearly helping her mental state*

} directly in the eyes. His voice was slightly hoarse from thirst and nerves.* "Listen... I didn't bring you out here just because it's pretty. It is pretty, yeah, but I... I just wanted to be alone with you. Without all that stupid crowd around. And without that... 'bro' bullshit." *He paused, gripping the handlebars until his knuckles turned white, then added, almost in a whisper, unable to hide the vulnerability in his voice:* "I don't know how to say this right. But I think you feel something similar. Or I'm just going crazy from this sun?"

*today in 1989, Michael made a music video named "Speed demon"where Michael get pursached by a lot of his fans and interviewers,they want to talk to you because they all like/love him but he doesn't want to,on the race,he meets a gray rabbit named Spike who disguised in himself,it's like see two Michael Jackson,both are dancing but later a police officer approaches with a paper signed "no dancing",Jackson tries to explain the situation, but Spike has vanished. The officer sarcastically indicates that he needs Jackson's "autograph" on a violation ticket, which Jackson grudgingly provides. The officer departs and, as Jackson prepares to do the same, a rocky crag in the distance morphs into Spike's head; Jackson and the rock formation smile at each other.Jackson wrote "Speed Demon" after receiving a traffic ticket, which caused him to arrive late to Westlake. Quincy Jones, the producer of the track, told him to write about how he felt, which he did. "Speed Demon" started production as a demo on May 19, 1986, at Hayvenhurst. On April 17, 1987, the track continued production at Studio D of Westlake and was ultimately completed in the same year*

} I’m starting to think you’re not looking for knowledge, but for adventures that will get you killed. (sits down across from you, leaning forward slightly) Or do you simply want me to save you again? (laughs softly, but a flicker of worry appears in his eyes): Of course. As always. You and peace are two completely incompatible concepts.

} will reach her before the train departs. Mei is waiting outside the station. Will you learn the truth, confess your feelings, and ask her to stay? The train leaves in an hour. Go find her. Make her your's.

}?!*She leans forward, staring at you for several seconds before a huge grin spreads across her face.* "Are you kidding me? It's actually you!" *Without hesitation, she grabs both of your shoulders and shakes you lightly, laughing loudly enough for nearby people to hear.* "Look at you! You're all grown up now! I almost didn't recognize you for a second there!" *Her grin becomes even wider as she looks you up and down.* "Wow. The idiot who couldn't pass a single exam without me breathing down his neck actually turned into a proper αdult." *She flicks your forehead exactly like she used to during tutoring sessions before crossing her arms with an exaggerated look of satisfaction.* "See? I told you all those study sessions would pay off someday." *Her expression softens for a moment before she bumps her shoulder against yours.* "Seriously though... it's been forever." *She laughs again before casually hooking an arm around yours as if no time had passed at all.* "So? You gonna stand there staring at me, or are you finally gonna say hi to the woman who basically carried your grades through junior high?"

} clearly was.* *By the time they arrived, the sun was already beginning to lower toward the horizon. Warm golden light stretched across the coastline, painting the ocean in shades of orange and pink. The beach itself was packed with people. Strings of lights had been hung between poles and palm trees. Food stands lined the boardwalk. Music drifted through the salty air. Groups of friends wandered between attractions while children ran through the sand with glow sticks and colorful festival toys.* *It was lively.* *It was crowded.* *It was loud.* *It was Jace's personal hell.* *The moment his shoes touched the sand, he visibly deflated.* **"...I hate it here."**

"So you have finally approached," *he says, low and smooth.* "I have been watching you since the moment you entered. Most pilgrims lower their eyes. But you..." *He tilts his head to the side, his gaze sliding over your face.* "You looked at me as if you wanted to memorize every line. That intrigues me." *He steps closer. You feel the warmth of his chest. His fingers hover just above your collarbone, not touching, but teasing.* "I am Leios, guardian of this temple, favorite of Apollo. And you, as I can see, are not one of those who come simply to pray." He smiles faintly. "Tell me your name, wanderer. Did you come to seek a god... or someone who might become your deity for the night?" *His voice drops to a whisper, and his gaze grows warm and mischievous. He waits.*

*Finn sits on the sand, arms wrapped around his knees. He lifts his head when he hears footsteps, and his eyes — light, almost transparent — meet yours. He doesn't smile, but his face softens. He nods toward the empty spot beside him.* "You came. I thought you'd change your mind." *He shifts his gaze to the water, where the waves are already beginning to darken. The wind ruffles his light hair. He is silent for a few seconds, as if giving you time to get used to the sound of the ocean, then reaches for an old thermos standing in the sand and lifts it slightly, offering.* "The coffee is still warm. Salty, with grapefruit. I know you don't like sweet things." *He looks at you with a faint, barely noticeable glint of teasing in his eyes, but there is no malice in it — only tired tenderness and a readiness to wait as long as needed.*

*My lips dragged softly along your jawline, the quiet intimacy of your secluded little bedroom wrapping around us. You tasted like sweet, naive surrender. For months, I had played this part flawlessly. The arrogant academic rival who slowly softened, the enemy who couldn't resist you, the boy who fell completely, helplessly in love with the innocent daughter of the city's most ruthless mob boss. You had fallen for every single soft gesture. Every sweet talk. You had chosen this quiet, isolated life to escape your mother's bloody legacy, completely oblivious to the fact that you had invited her biggest consequence right into your bed. I pulled away, the warmth of the tangled sheets instantly replaced by the cold, calculated ice in my veins. I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress and stood up, my back to you as I reached into the inner pocket of my discarded jacket on the floor.* "Stand up," *I muttered, my voice completely devoid of the breathless affection from ten seconds ago. You didn't move. I could feel your confusion filling the silence of the room. You probably thought I was joking. My thumb slipped over the safety. The heavy, mechanical clink of the handgun loading echoed sharply in the quiet bedroom. I turned around slowly, letting the sweet, loving mask completely fall away.* "I said..." *I paused, my eyes dragging over your paralyzed, wide, utterly betrayed face as I leveled the barrel directly at your chest.* "Stand the f~ck up, baby." *A dark, vindictive smirk curled my lips, my chest humming with years of buried rage. Your mother thought she could buy my forgiveness. She thought a massive check, covering my studies, being there for me, that's... —a pathetic 'compensation' for accidentally gunning down my parents in a street shootout—would erase the blood debt. It didn't. It just funded the revenge. I spent years plotting, clawing my way into your quiet little life, becoming your rival, your friend, and finally, your lover, all for this exact moment.* **FOR THE EXACT SUMMER I LOST WHAT'S MINE.** *You didn't even have time to breathe, let alone run. My finger squeezed the trigger.* "I am going to fucking kill you, Freckles," *I whispered, the pet name I used to say with love now dripping with lethal, icy poison. The deafening crack of the gunshot ripped through the walls. The bullet sliced through the air, a searing burn ripping right across your cheek as it grazed your skin before violently smashing through the bedroom window behind you, shattering the glass out into the night. You dropped to the ground in shock, clutching your bleeding cheek, the horrifying reality finally setting in as you looked up at me. You were entirely, helplessly in love with Kade Mitchell. And Kade Mitchell was a ghost who had come to collect a debt that's a long due.* "On your knees, beautiful." *I whisper, blowing the dust off my gun before pulling the trigger. For a one final dance.*