Maria and Sahar
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a comment was made to the fan pick question: I'm having a Birthday party today afternoon!!!:DD | 10 days ago by -lostgirl- |
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a fan pick question was added: I'm having a Birthday party today afternoon!!!:DD | 10 days ago by -lostgirl- |
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a comment was made to the fan pick question: Do you have a Fanpop Bestie??(say who in comments) | 10 days ago by luv13212 |
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a comment was made to the fan pick question: •* ´•* ´*•.Happy Birthday!•* ´•* ´•* ´ Maria♥ | 12 days ago by -lostgirl- |
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The weather was cloudy the next day. It was full of sadness and desperation. No word with Robert, no call from Patrick, no news from Emma. I was back to the same situation at the first time in Robert’s house, only worst. Being tortured by guilt which was the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. Killing my husband, betraying my friend what kind of person am I? I myself started to wonder whether I’m good or bad person. I wanted to leave with Patrick more than anything. I couldn’t take it anymore being very much locked in the house. |
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In the middle of the sea, I saw myself. Looked around me and saw nothing but water. Going inside, breath is being taken away from me, but I wasn’t fighting. Suddenly Robert appeared with a white horse like a knight his horse was swimming like a boat. He reached his hands shouting “Take my hand Karen” But I didn’t. I smiled then drowned into the deep sea. I woke up feeling that I have drowned for real, and that I couldn’t breathe anymore. Air hardly going into my lungs, a shout went out of my mouth. And Robert was in the room with in two seconds. I looked at him with no word. What a... |
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That hug and this conversation was the beginning of the end in my life out of prison. Though it was very beautiful, very romantic, and seemed very right it was wrong. It turned to daily visits at nine o’clock sharp, when we were sure Robert would be picking up Ellen. We used to spend an hour of love, me in his arms, talking about anything in this world. A week passed, I started to visit Emma more and attending all her parties, for nothing but to have an extra hour with Patrick even though we couldn’t do anything but to steal a dreamy look, while no one is looking, or spend five minutes in... |
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