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Chapter 10

مؤلف: Tree Island
Chester's POV

After that day, Nevaeh really did disappear from my life.

I heard she was quickly taken back home by her family. I never asked what happened after that, and I did not care to know.

My life became filled with things far bigger and more meaningful than our past relationship.

I became a war correspondent, just like I had once decided for myself.

After graduating with top grades, I volunteered to go to places filled with smoke, gunfire, and grief.

On the shattered streets of Syre
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    Chester's POVAfter that day, Nevaeh really did disappear from my life.I heard she was quickly taken back home by her family. I never asked what happened after that, and I did not care to know.My life became filled with things far bigger and more meaningful than our past relationship.I became a war correspondent, just like I had once decided for myself.After graduating with top grades, I volunteered to go to places filled with smoke, gunfire, and grief.On the shattered streets of Syrenia, I walked alongside civilians fleeing in panic.In the dry mountain winds of Afgoran, I recorded the exhausted, hollow expressions of soldiers.In the snow-covered trenches of Ukrenia, I listened to young men talk about the homes they missed.I had seen too much, seen the way eyes turned empty after losing everything, hands trembling as they searched through ruins for loved ones.I had also seen wildflowers blooming stubbornly amid destruction.Even in the deepest despair, there was the

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    In the corner of that photo, a bright, smiling profile cut straight through the gloom of Nevaeh’s world.It was Chester.Almost instantly, the hallucinations that had been haunting her vanished like a receding tide.She stared at the blurry image, her dry eyes burning again.She had found him!She had finally found him.Without hesitation, she booked the earliest flight to Hollandia. On the plane, she replayed their reunion over and over in her mind.She would tell him everything: that she had been wrong, that she regretted it, and that she could not live without him. She believed that as long as she showed up and was sincere enough, the Chester who had always followed her, who had always looked at her like she was his whole world, would soften.He had to.When she finally saw him in real life, standing right there in front of the café, alive and real, her heart, which had been drifting on the edge of collapse, suddenly settled.He looked even better than before, his boyish

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    Third-person POVThis scene felt strangely familiar to Nevaeh.Two years ago, she had stood the same way at the airport, watching Chester walk away, completely powerless to stop him.Security officers had held her firmly in place. Around her, travelers cast curious and even slightly disdainful looks.She struggled, screaming his name until her voice went hoarse.However, all she could do was watch that familiar figure disappear at the end of the corridor, without even a single glance back."Chester!"In the end, she was dragged out of the terminal and left standing on the busy street outside, lost and hollow.The early autumn sun in Solstice City was still warm, but when it fell on her, it felt like ice. Chester was truly gone.Later, there were rumors at Brookshire University that her family had forced her to return.Her mother slapped her across the face."Get yourself together!"You were the one who called off the engagement and pushed him to leave to Hollandia. No mat

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    Life in Hollandia was busy but fulfilling, with a new environment, heavy coursework, and classmates from all around the world. It was overwhelming at first, but it pushed me to grow quickly.I threw myself into everything, from learning the language to practically living in the library and taking part in group discussions.My days were packed from morning to night.Sometimes, late at night, memories from the past would surface. However, the sharp pain they used to bring started to fade.The more I learned, the more certain I became.I wanted to be a journalist. Not just any journalist, though. Unlike my mom, I wanted to be a war correspondent. I wanted to expose the ugliness of the world.Then, one ordinary weekend, everything changed.I had just left the library with a few classmates to head to a café in the city center.The sky over Amsterford City was always gray, and the wind carried the damp chill of the canals as it brushed against my face.We had just reached the café e

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    There was still a delicate box sitting on my desk. Inside were all the little things Nevaeh had given me over the years, along with a thick stack of letters she had written to me.I opened the box and glanced inside. Then, without hesitation, I picked it up, walked out to the yard, and tossed the whole thing into the trash."Chester?" My mom stood in the doorway, looking at me in surprise."They're useless now. It’s better to throw them away." I dusted off my hands, my tone light.She walked over and pulled me into a gentle hug. "Good. It's time to move forward."The days before leaving the country passed quickly. I met up with friends, spent time with my family, and got everything ready for the trip.I deliberately blocked out anything related to Nevaeh and Edward.All I knew was that she had tried to contact me many times, but every attempt failed.Her mom said she cried for a long time on the day she found out I had thrown away all the gifts and letters.She said she did no

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