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Five
Max had sat at table three. Just days ago he had grinned at her across the room, his dark eyes shining with tenderness. But now he was gone.

Irrevocable (Mature Content)
Max felt the shudder of her shoulders as she struggled not to cry, closing herself off from him. He knew well that the pain within them had no place to go if they could not share it with each other. He grabbed her chin in one hand and forced her face to the side. Her lashes were already wet with tears and her thin-pressed lips were trembling.

Seven
"They're shaken up, understandably. This whole destiny thing has sort of erased everything they ever planned to do with their lives. They don't feel like they have choices anymore." Alex tore his napkin-plane to shreds as he told them, focusing on making each piece as small as he could, doing anything to avoid looking at their haunted faces.

 

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