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Two years had passed by. After having a civil conversation with Gilbert, you both had agreed to still remain friends. But that didn't mean that it was easy to be around him alone; or with Elizabeta at his side, or Lukas at yours Gilbert couldn't help but give you both 'the look' when he passed by when you both were kissing, or hugging. Now it was even more difficult to be at peace around him with your swollen belly. Seven months ago you had found out that you were pregnant. Lukas and you were so happy. You were expecting a baby. A beautiful baby. You and Lukas were hoping that it was a baby girl. After 2 months, the baby was born. It was

Chapter 3 You were not sure that if you would be there for the reception. But, thanks to Francis and Antonio, you stayed.   You were taking sips of wine from your glass and were laughing at a joke Antonio had told. You felt much better now, as if a major weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You felt free. “Hey, ______!” said a loud voice from behind.  You turned to a familiar Danish man. It wasn't hard to miss him, what with his gravity-defying blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and that cheeky grin.   “Hey, Matthias! How are you?”  You asked him. “I’m good! Come, I would like you to meet someone.&rdq

Chapter 2 It was the day of their wedding. After a lot of convincing from your friends, you had agreed to go. You had chosen a sparkling (f/c) dress that started just below your breasts and ended at your feet. You were wearing (second or matching f/c) heels. You put on a string of pearls and chose a (f/c) hand bag. You made a side braid out of your (h/c) hair that fell elegantly in front of your shoulder. You applied light make up. Taking in a deep breath, you stepped out of your house.   When you reached the place where the wedding was going to take place, you saw that the wedding was yet to begin. You entered and seated yourself in one of

Chapter 1 Today the bomb had arrived at your house in a disguise of a letter. An invitation. A wedding invitation.   You furrowed your eyebrows together as you tore open the invitation. Walking inside your house, you climbed a step of the stairs leading to your bedroom before you froze in shock at what you saw was written. Blue ribbons decorated the inside of the invitation, and in beautiful curvy format were written your nightmare. As you read to the bottom, you found yourself sitting down the stairs, your left hand covering your trembling mouth, as your shaking left hand held the invitation. You watched as your own tears fell on a line, &

NOTE: In this reader insert, you are suffering from Achluophobia, or the fear of darkness. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You still weren't so sure about this. No one was going to be there. Your boyfriend, Antonio, had to go for an official business party dinner tonight. Your best friends, Eliza and Natasha had called you to ask if they needed to come over for the night. You, being stubborn, had refused politely to them. Come on, you weren't a baby now, you had thought to yourself. Even though your fears weren't your mistakes. You had achluopho