MOMENTS OF TIME

"You don't understand, Snow," Oliver said, his voice rising. "You don't know what it's like to be in my shoes."

Snow's expression turned sympathetic, but her voice remained firm. "I may not know exactly what you're going through, Oliver, but I do know what it's like to be hurt. And I know that the only way to heal is to face your emotions head-on. You can't keep hiding from this, Oliver. It's time to confront the truth."

Oliver's eyes flashed with anger, but Snow just stood her ground, her eyes locked on his.

As Oliver and Snow continued their heated conversation, Oliver's eyes suddenly darted towards the distance. "Violet," he muttered, his voice low and urgent.

Snow's eyes followed Oliver's gaze, and her expression darkened as she saw Violet walking towards them. "Oh, great," Snow muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Oliver quickly took off towards Violet, with Snow following close behind. As they approached Violet, Snow's anger became more apparent. "Oliver, stop! Don't go there! Leave her alone!" Snow shouted, her voice echoing through the air.

But Oliver ignored Snow's warnings and continued towards Violet. When he finally reached her, Violet looked shocked and taken aback. "Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Violet asked, her eyes darting between Oliver and Snow.

Oliver's eyes locked onto Violet's, his gaze intense and passionate. "I want to talk to you," he said, his voice low and husky.

Violet's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could respond, Snow intervened. "Oliver, no! You won't talk to her!" Snow shouted, her voice firm and commanding.

But Oliver stood his ground, his eyes still locked on Violet's. "SNOW, PLEASE!!!!!!" he shouted, then his voice softening immediately sounding weak. "Don't make this more complicated for me already. Just...just go away for now, please."

Snow's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger. But after a moment's hesitation, she seemed to deflate, her shoulders sagging in defeat. "I guess I see my wrongs here," Snow muttered, her voice barely audible. "Fine, fine. I'll leave."

With a final glance at Oliver and Violet, Snow turned and walked away, her feet carrying her towards her car. As she walked, she raised her hand and gave them the FÜCK YOU finger, her anger and frustration evident in the gesture.

"I guess I'll just let you two get screwed up together," Snow shouted over her shoulder, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I don't fücking give a fück!"

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As Snow got in her car, her anger and frustration boiled over. She started muttering hateful words to herself, her voice rising in anger.

"I had no idea it was my fault! Yes, it was my fault for butting in! I should have just left him there to be heartbroken! I should have left him to find out the whole truth all by whole damn self and watch him cry daily for her leaving him and cheating on him! Oh my God, I was such a fool! Oh my God, I was such a fool for trying to help that dumb fool!" Snow shouted, her words echoing through the car.

She glanced at her rearview mirror, her eyes blazing with anger. "I hate you, Oliver! I hate you!" she spat, her voice venomous.

Snow's anger was so intense that she started hitting the steering wheel, her fists pounding against it in frustration. "I should have just let Violet break your heart even more! I would have wished you guys had even had kids, and then you'd find out that all those kids weren't even yours! And then you'd find out that you weren't even good enough in bed for her!" Snow's words were laced with venom, her anger and hurt pouring out of her like a torrent.

Just as Snow was getting into her tirade, a knock came at the window. Snow rolled down the window, and a cop told her, "You're parked in the wrong way, ma'am."

Snow looked around, unsure if she was indeed parked incorrectly. "Oh, okay...I'll move right away," she muttered, still fuming with anger.

The cop's expression was stern. "You better move, ma'am."

Snow's anger flared up again. "What did you think I was going to do? Stay here?" she snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She started her car and began driving away, her anger and frustration causing her to speed. She didn't even notice the cop chasing after her, his sirens blaring in the distance.

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~SEA LIFE AQUARIUM- 4:50PM

Minnie and William found themselves lost in conversation. Minnie and William stood in front of a large tank, watching as colorful fish darted back and forth. But their attention was soon diverted to a heated discussion.

"I'm telling you, the aquarium staff should do a better job of maintaining the water quality," Minnie said, her voice rising.

William shook his head. "I don't think that's the issue. I think it's just a natural part of the ecosystem."

Minnie's eyes flashed. "Natural part of the ecosystem? You can't be serious. The fish are clearly stressed."

William chuckled. "You're anthropomorphizing. The fish are fine."

Minnie's face reddened. "I am not anthropomorphizing! I know what I'm talking about. I love the aquatic life and have always been curious about them ever since my childhood."

William raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because it seems like you're just making assumptions."

Minnie's voice rose. "I'm not making assumptions! I've done my research. I know that poor water quality can have serious effects on marine life."

William shrugged. "Maybe. But I still think you're overreacting."

Minnie's eyes narrowed. "I'm not overreacting! I'm just passionate about this issue."

William smiled. "Speaking of passion, reminds me of someone... Do you remember anything from that night?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

They marveled at the colorful fish and vibrant sea anemones, but their discussion eventually turned into a heated argument.

Williams' eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked Minnie, "Do you remember anything from that night?"

Minnie's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my God, does he finally remember the club? Oh my God, I'm feeling so embarrassed right now."

William chuckled. "I mean, the club. Do you remember meeting me at the club?"

Minnie's expression turned cautious. "The club? What are you talking about?"

Williams' smile faltered for a moment. "My bad. I meant to say, did we meet at the club?"

Minnie's eyes narrowed. "Did we meet at the club?"

William nodded. "Yeah, we did."

Minnie's expression turned puzzled. "In my mind, did she really not remember, or is she pretending not to remember?" Williams wondered.

Minnie shook her head. "No, I'm not sure. I didn't meet anyone at the club, okay?"

Williams' eyes seemed to bore into Minnie's soul. "What would you do if we had met in the club?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

As Williams moved closer to Minnie, she took a step back, her heart racing. "I...I don't know."

Williams' smile turned enigmatic. "I guess I thought we finally had begun something."

Minnie's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh my God, what is he talking about? What something is he talking about? Is he talking about sex?"

Williams' expression turned cryptic. "Never mind. I think it will only happen when you remember."

Minnie's confusion deepened. "What happened? What would happen?"

William just smiled and walked away, leaving Minnie staring after him in bewilderment.

Her heart beat slowly as she followed him, her mind reeling with questions.

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Snow's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, and her heart sank as she saw the flashing lights of a police car.

She had been so caught up in her anger and frustration that she hadn't even noticed she was being chased.

She quickly pulled over to the side of the road, her hands shaking as she turned off the engine. The police officers approached her car, and she rolled down the window.

"License and registration, please," one of the officers said, his voice firm but polite.

Snow's anger flared up again. "Why do you need my license? Can't you see I'm a grown adult?" she snapped.

The female officer smiled patiently. "Ma'am, we just need to see your license, please."

Snow huffed and bent over to search for her license in the glove compartment. But as she searched, she realized it wasn't there.

She started to feel a sense of panic as she searched every nook and cranny of the car.

"Where is it?" she muttered to herself.

And then she remembered - she had left her license in her purse, which was still at the suite.

"Oh no," she groaned, feeling a wave of frustration wash over her.

The officers exchanged a knowing glance. "Ma'am, we're going to have to give you a fine for speeding and for not having your license on you," one of them said.

Snow's anger boiled over. "This is all because of you, Oliver! And Violet! Look where you've gotten me!" she shouted, not caring that the officers were staring at her in confusion.

The officers calmly took her car keys and handed her a fine. "You can pick up your car at the police station, ma'am."

Snow seethed with anger as she watched them drive away with her car.

She ordered a taxi and got in, still fuming with rage.

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Oliver pulled Violet aside, his eyes burning with intensity. "Violet, I need to talk with you," he said, his voice low and husky.

He said walking away to a quite place in the neighborhood. Violet followed him but her curiousity couldn't let her wait.

Violet's eyes narrowed. "What is it, Oliver?" she asked, her voice cautious. She stopped and then Oliver turned to speak with her.

Oliver took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. "When I first met you at summer camp nine years ago, I had this spark of attraction, but I was hesitant to ask you out. I thought maybe you were different, that you'd see past my social status and like me for who I am."

Violet's expression turned puzzled. "What are you talking about, Oliver? Why are you bringing this up now?"

Oliver's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing. "Because I need you to understand, Violet. I need you to know that I've always felt a deep connection with you. Then we started dating, and I felt so fond of you. With my parents gone, I thought you were the only one who could ever truly understand me."

Violet's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. "Oliver, I didn't leave you, I just needed space. I was feeling overwhelmed, and I didn't know how to handle it."

Oliver's face twisted in anguish. "Space for how long, Violet? Does that space include cheating on me? Because let's be real, that's what's been going on, isn't it?"

Violet's voice rose, her words spilling out in a rush. "No, Oliver, it's not like that. I was tired, stressed, and confused. You saw the red flags, but you ignored them. You just kept on loving me, even when I didn't deserve it."

Oliver's eyes blazed with anger. "You can't have it both ways, Violet. You can't keep me around as a safety net while you go out and do whatever you want. You have to choose: stay or go."

Violet's face crumpled, her body shaking with sobs. "Don't make me choose like this, Oliver. Please, just give me some time to think."

Oliver's voice cracked, his words barely above a whisper. "What do you want me to do, Violet? Stay around and get hurt every time, reminded that you're cheating on me? Because that's what's been happening, and I don't know how much more of it I can take."

Violet's eyes pleaded with him, her voice desperate. "No, Oliver, please. Don't say that. I'll do anything, just don't leave me."

Oliver's face hardened, his jaw clenched. "You said I could choose, Violet. And my answer is: it's over. It's over between us."

Violet's face contorted in despair, her body shaking with sobs. "No, Oliver, wait! I can explain!"

Oliver turned and walked away, leaving Violet shaken and angry. She stood there, her eyes fixed on Oliver's retreating back, her mind reeling with thoughts.

Violet's eyes blazed with fury as she turned to face the crowd. "This is all because of Snow," she spat, her voice venomous. "What was she trying to prove?"