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She shakily held the phone to her ear, hearing the final sounds of death that departed from her ear and frohtly that herinto her smooth flesh

When raindrops began hitting the here light had been shining through only ates to heaven had opened, welco home the heaven-bound soul who’d just been taken

Going into shock, her mouth open, but no words dared to pass her lips while she stared out at the o rain

After several eternal-like moments, she finally heard movement on the other end of the line It was the quiet whisper of breath she heard, telling her so

“Hello …?” She found her voice that was now as unsteady as the knees that held her up and the clouds in the sky

The breath on the other end of the line echoed louder and louder until the rain and every other sound dropped away, silencethat had stormed her eardrum when she had first placed the call

Her heart pounded to the rhythravely waited to hear the voice of thethat the next voice she wouldn’t hear would be the one that she would never, ever hear again The wretched part was that both men had crept into her dark heart over these past few ht when she’d been able to choose which one she desperately wanted to hear next

Maria opened herto fall in love with, but before she could for her fall to her knees, along with her shattered heart

Any butterflies left in her stomach turned to ash, and the dusty remnants floated down to the abyss

Death had decided her destiny

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A Last Name that came with a Black Credit Card and a Crown

Putting one slender foot in front of the other, the tiny points of her stilettos clicked on the white tile floors of the school hallway that she once walked across every day for four years Norh school, but Maria “fucking” Caruso was far from “normal”

Maria was a twenty-two-year-old, tall, golden-haired, tanned angel who didn’t look like she fell from heaven but from the Victoria Secret catwalk No, she looked like everywoman whoin front of a camera but conversely also screamed three letters, S-E-X, at the same time It was a talent in itself to look like you were the purest and in Mary, while si a dick And that was the difference between an angel froel from the heavens above Maria Caruso was about as far froet, and her innocence was about as fake as Tonya Harding’s tears