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But he didn't like her.

Didn’t even notice her.

Anyway, she still tried to get his attention in any way she could. One day, when he was driving by in his black tinted car, she looked over and bit her lip so hard it bled. She died from the blood loss.

“You see me as more than my billions, don’t you?” Every asked Lily, his black-blue-dark eyes shining with hope.

She sees a golden heart with dollar signs.

But he is much more than that.

And he just knows it in his heart that she sees more in him.

“Not really,” Lily says after a pause.

“What?” Every hisses, taken aback.

“Well, I just met you yesterday.”

“Actually, my dear goldfish, it was a day before that,” the young man corrects her. “And now that we’re on this topic, I would like to remind you again that you’re my fated mate. Also, you’re actually the long-lost ruler of Fairyland, land of the fey and crazy. You, Lily-girl, are my Fairy Queen, Dairy Queen.”

“And you expect me to believe all that?” Lily says, pouting as a bolt of lightning decides to randomly strike. She really doesn’t want to be having this conversation right now, not when her life is hanging in the air.

“Yes. You’re the fairy queen, princess, and I’m just your knight, here to protect you and bring you back to claim your birthright,” the muscular, tall man says, his voice thick with emotion.

That sure came out of nowhere.

The sky cackles.

Lily just blinks as another random lightning strike hits. Then she blinks again as the pilot bangs his fists against the dividing screen, warning them of the incoming—no, happening-real-time turbulence. She blinks some more as if she is in need of prescription glasses, but that is just what helpless main characters in romance books tend to do. She is still blinking as Every screams at her.

“Wait, what the fuck is going on?” she shouts in the midst of the lightning storm, her eye-blinking session immediately over.

“Girly, I’m pretty sure the helicopter is going down,” Every screams back from behind her, since he is hugging her quite tightly, with his pecs flattened against her back, scared for his life.

And maybe a little for hers too.

Now, at this moment, the pilot’s choppy voice streams into the intercom like a livestream done with horrible signal. “Guys, I’ve never experienced such hellish weather in my long-ass life. Looks like shit’s boutta hit the fan, so grab fecking the parachutes.”

“And where the heck are they?” someone, either Lily or her man, yells out. The owner of the voice can’t exactly be identified in such wild weather. Probably Every, though.

“As if I know,” the pilot answers back, “all I know is that I’m so drunk and high right now, I’m sure as shit going down with it.”

“You can’t give up, old man. My grandad’s gonna be real pissed if you die”

“Kid, your paw-paw died a decade ago. He ain’t no’ be givin’ no shits no more.” And with that, the intercom signal is cut.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Lily Lilya Lilyannicanala turns to her new boyfriend, tears in her eyes ‘cause she’s totally dying now (actually, she isn’t, because the author still needs more chapters to generate cash for support of her life).

“I know I might not live until tomorrow,” she says, her tears now streaming down freely like a river of salty seawater. “I might not even live to see another hour. But I need you to know this before I go, that even if you are the last person on earth, I still wouldn’t have it in my heart to love you. Because you, bro, are so bland.”

“How sad,” Every answers her, also getting emotional, “too bad you are not dying, then.”

He reaches for her tiny, thin boned, thin skinned hand, pulling her out of the quickly descending helicopter through a shattered window. Before she could protest or call 911 on her cracked iPhone tucked tightly in her bra, he jumps, pulling his new girl down with him.

Suicide?