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Chapter 2

Author: The Red
The second day after my death, Chris cornered Connor in the patrol team's locker room.

"You have to look for Sylvia," Chris said, his eyes bloodshot. "It's been days now!"

At those words, Connor slammed his locker door shut with a loud bang.

"She's taken things too far this time." He kept his back to Chris, his voice thick with familiar impatience. "The whole pack is helping prepare for Vivian's ceremony, and only Sylvia has pulled this disappearing act. Clearly, she's trying to embarrass me."

I wanted to scream that it wasn't true, but he couldn't hear me.

"Sylvia would never do that!" Chris snapped. "She's been preparing for Vivian's ceremony—"

"What has she prepared?" Connor whipped around and cut him off sharply. "All she ever prepared was to wear a scowl at the ceremony and to embarrass Vivian in front of everyone.

"Chris, you're well aware of how sensitive, paranoid, and passive-aggressive Sylvia has become these past few years, especially toward Vivian."

A sharp pain shot through my chest, even though I no longer had a body.

All I had ever wanted was for Connor to look at me the way he used to. Yet to him, I had become nothing but a sensitive, paranoid, passive-aggressive burden.

Chris took a deep breath and said, "She's hostile toward Vivian because Vivian is constantly creating misunderstandings between you two! Can't you see that?"

"Misunderstandings?" Connor scoffed. "What misunderstandings? Putting things Vivian is allergic to in her soup? Losing the only keepsake Vivian's parents left her? Vivian is an orphan, and the pack has finally accepted her. Can't Sylvia be a little more magnanimous?"

"Sylvia never did all those things!" Chris was practically shouting.

"Then who did? You?" Connor took a step closer. "Chris, I know you're her best friend, but you can't keep covering for her. She's been spoiled rotten, thinking the whole world should revolve around her. Especially—"

He stopped, his expression a mix of sorrow and complexity. Then, he continued in a low voice, "Especially after what happened with my parents. She needs to face the consequences she brought upon herself."

The air froze.

That incident would always stand between us.

Chris looked at Connor with disappointment. "You still blame Sylvia's parents."

"If it weren't for her father, Garrett Kline—the so-called experienced patrol captain—insisting on carrying out that reckless scouting plan, my parents wouldn't have followed. They wouldn't have walked into the Craw family's ambush!"

Connor's hands clenched into fists, veins bulging. "That's the truth, Chris."

At this, Connor turned his head away, avoiding Chris' gaze. His voice trembled with pain. "Deep down, Sylvia knows it too. That's why she feels guilty, why she's spent all these years trying so hard to please me, treading carefully around my moods.

"I don't think it's out of love. I think it's guilt. She's just trying to make up for what she feels she owes me."

No!

I wanted to scream, to cry, to shake him and tell him that wasn't true.

It was never about guilt. It was because I loved Connor.

Ever since Connor's parents, Seth Weston and Jeanna Tuttle, passed away, he had been unable to accept my love for him. He always believed it was just an act to please him.

And because of that very incident, when Connor found the orphan Vivian begging on the streets during a patrol, he felt a bond of shared destiny. He took her in and cared for her like a sister.

"Connor Weston!" Chris grabbed him by the collar, his eyes blazing. "You're an idiot. Sylvia loves you, and only you!

"That ambush was an accident, a trap set by the Craw family! What does Mr. Kline's decision have to do with it? He sacrificed his life in that mission too!"

Connor shoved his hand away. "I'm done talking about this. I have other work to do. As for Sylvia…" he paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "When she's done throwing her tantrum, she'll come back on her own."

He walked away, leaving Chris standing alone.

Souls had no tears, but the sorrow I felt was so deep that no tears could express it.

Connor, I could never go back anymore.
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