All Chapters of AT THE END: WE STILL IN LOVE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

“Wow,” said coach Eden, patting Nicko's shoulder and barely said anything. “So you think like that?” asked the coach again, which made Nicko look a little down on his confidence. “Yes coach, I think the coach did not make a rule to prohibit it,” replied Nicko, laughing softly. “That's right,” you can return to your group. “That's what I want from you all the trainees,” coach Eden looked at the group that didn't manage to gather its members on time. “Think outside the box, and be compact,” continued coach Eden again. “Just like what the green group did, even though they only met yesterday, they can already help each other and take responsibility for each other,” said coach Eden to the green group. “Yellow group, you are indeed free today. But in the future, maybe you will also be tested like this. Don't think I'll save you even though I'm the coach who guide you,” coach Eden's smile reminded the trainees under his auspices.“Ready, coach,” answered the yellow group in unison. “For

A group of chefs and their team came to each table with food on a trolley table and served the food. “Thanks, chef,” said Jane and her table mates. “Wow, what a delicious dish,” said Lisa as the chef and waitress left the table. “Because I haven't had breakfast at all. Then, our last activity with coach Eden was really exhausting,” said Maxim from the white group, which made all the trainees at the table listen seriously, “This looks so delicious, and I'm starving,” he continued again holding his stomach. “Gee…” Jane accidentally snorted, “Eh, I thought you were going to say something serious,” Jane said again and laughed dryly. “So, have all the trainees sat down?” Coach Zurrec's voice came from the corner of the staff door. “It's coach,” answered all trainees. “I purposely gave you 5 extra minutes for you to have a proper discussion,” continued coach Zurrec and walked into the room, “So everyone already seated?” said coach Zurrec once more. “Sur

Albert, holding the sculpture in place, finally spoke. “We’re at a point where every small tweak counts. One careless adjustment and the harmony will collapse.” He glanced at the pottery and painting. “We’re threading a needle with three different mediums, but I think we’re getting close.”Illy, who had been quietly adjusting the edges of the pottery, nodded in agreement. “It’s strange, isn’t it?” she mused, “how a painting, a sculpture, and pottery—completely different forms—can either clash or sing together, depending on the smallest details.”Jane’s eyes never left the painting. “Art is alive,” she whispered. “And tonight, we’re coaxing it to speak with all of its companions.”Hours passed. The team experimented with shading, textures, and color gradations. They tested placement repeatedly—sometimes a shift of just a few inches in the sculpture’s position would create a new rhythm among the three pieces. “There,” Jane said at one point, stepping back. “The pottery now resonates wit