All Chapters of Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: The Boardroom Has Sharp Teeth

Elijah fixed his collar in the mirror. His hands were steady this time. That surprised him. “I don’t think they’re happy to see me,” he said to Gabe, who leaned against the bedroom doorframe. “They never were,” Gabe replied. “Even before the crash.” Elijah gave a small smirk. “Comforting.” “They think you’re a threat now. A ghost walking back into the kingdom.” Elijah grabbed his watch, slipped it on. “Then let’s haunt them.” The foundation’s boardroom was all glass and gold. Cold, sharp edges. The kind of place where smiles hid knives. Elijah stepped inside first. Gabe followed behind, silent but steady. Everyone turned. Twelve men and women sat around the long table. Some familiar faces. Some newer. But all watching like hawks. At the head of the table sat Dorian West, interim chair. Salt-and-pepper hair. Too polished. Too calm. “Elijah,” Dorian said with a slow smile. “Welcome back from the dead.” Elijah took a seat without asking. “Thanks,” he said simply. “Still fi

Last Updated : 2025-08-13

Chapter 12: The Manila Envelope

The package came late. No label. No return address. Just a plain manila envelope slid under the front door sometime after midnight. The envelope sat in the center of the desk, plain, unmarked, and heavier than it should have been. The air in the room seemed to tighten around it, pressing against walls, slowing breath. No one spoke. Eyes moved from the envelope to the closed blinds, to the locked door, back to the envelope. It had been delivered without a word, left where it could not be ignored. The flap was sealed, edges crisp, paper warm as though it had been held too long in someone’s hands. A faint scent metallic, bitter rose from it, catching in the throat. Fingers hovered over the seal but didn’t touch. Whatever lay inside didn’t want to be found, and yet it pulled, like a whisper at the back of the mind. Shadows from the desk lamp stretched long across the wood, reaching toward it. Outside, footsteps passed, then stopped. The room felt smaller. The ticking clock g

Last Updated : 2025-08-15

Chapter 13: The Man in the Hills

The drive was quiet. The hills were quiet, but not the kind of quiet that comforted. It was the sort that pressed against the ears, swallowing every trace of sound until the mind began inventing its own. The wind had long stopped, yet the grass swayed as though brushed by something unseen. Shadows pooled in the folds of the land, shifting when not watched directly. He had been there for days maybe longer. Always at a distance, always just high enough on the ridge to be outlined against the dull sky. Too far to see his face, too still to be a trick of the eyes. At first, it had seemed harmless just a shape in the distance, a solitary figure. But it never left. Not when the sun dipped, not when darkness erased everything else. It remained. Paths through the hills twisted and bent in ways memory couldn’t hold. Each turn seemed to return to the same view: that ridge, that figure. Moving closer felt impossible, yet somehow, he seemed nearer each time the eyes found him. The

Last Updated : 2025-08-15

Chapter 14: The Message on the Mirror

The mirror was clear when the light first touched it. Steam from the shower curled upward, clouding the edges, swallowing the reflection bit by bit. It was only when the glass turned opaque that the words began to show slow, deliberate strokes forming letters from the inside out. They hadn’t been there before. There was no way they could have been. The room was locked, the air still, the door untouched since morning. Yet each letter bled into view as though drawn by an invisible fingertip, carving through the condensation. The handwriting was uneven, almost trembling. Each line felt rushed, urgent, but not careless. A message meant to be read meant to be seen right now. Water dripped somewhere in the silence, each drop echoing louder than the last. The steam thinned for a moment, showing only part of the sentence. It was enough to make the stomach twist, enough to quicken the breath. The rest of the words appeared slowly, as if the hand behind them didn’t want to finish,

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

Chapter 15: What If It Was You?

Steam clung to the glass, blurring the world beyond. The mirror was blank at first only the faint outline of a shadow in the mist. Then, without warning, lines began to appear. Not quickly, but with a slow, deliberate drag, as if someone unseen traced each letter from the other side. The air thickened, the silence sharpening into something alive. Every curve of every letter seemed intentional, almost intimate. When the first word took shape, breath caught in the throat. It wasn’t a name. It wasn’t a warning. It was a question. The glass quivered beneath the rising steam, distorting the words as they grew. Each new letter landed like a heartbeat steady, inevitable. The message stretched wider, claiming more of the mirror until the reflection was gone entirely. It asked something impossible to answer. A question no one should ever be asked while standing alone. Fingers twitched at the side, aching to wipe it away, but the hand wouldn’t move. Something in the air held it

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

Chapter 16: The Footage

The screen glowed faintly in the dark, casting pale light across the room. The file hadn’t been there before no name, no date, no sign of how it appeared. Just a small, blinking icon, waiting to be opened. The cursor hovered for too long before clicking. The video began with static, thin and restless, before shapes bled through. A room appeared. This room. Same walls, same furniture, same faint crack near the doorframe. The camera angle never shifted, fixed on the far corner where the shadows were thickest. The time stamp rolled forward slowly, almost reluctantly. At first, nothing happened. Then, movement small at first, a shift in the darkness, a distortion like heat rising from the ground. The figure emerged slowly, without sound. No face. No features. Just the outline of someone standing, motionless, staring toward the camera. The silence inside the footage felt louder than anything outside it. Seconds dragged into minutes. The figure didn’t move. Then, without

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Chapter 17: The Widow's Voice

Elijah sat at the kitchen table, the flash drive lying in front of him like it could bite. He hadn’t slept. The same question looped in his head like a broken tape: Why was I the only one who made it out? He needed someone to talk to. Someone who wasn’t Gabe. So he searched the names of the other passengers who died on the plane. There were five. One stood out Mark O’Sullivan an investor, mid-40s, father of two. He’d read about Mark before. There had been a memorial in the papers. And a widow. Leah O’Sullivan. He didn’t know why, but something about her name felt heavy. Familiar. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was something more. He found her contact through a business forum. She ran a small foundation in her husband’s name now. Public. He sent a message. Short. Careful. “My name is Elijah Vale. I was listed among the dead in the same crash that killed your husband. But I survived. I believe something about that crash was hidden. If you’d be willing to talk, I’d be g

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

Chapter 18: The Man Beside Me

The seat had been empty when the eyes first closed. The hum of the engine, the steady rhythm of the road, made it easy to drift. But waking came with a shift in the air heavier, warmer someone was there now. No sound announced the arrival. No footsteps. Just the faint scent of something unfamiliar and the awareness of space no longer unoccupied. The figure sat still, too still, the kind of stillness that suggested listening more than resting. Peripheral vision caught only fragments: the dark outline of a shoulder, the curve of an arm resting too neatly, the faint turn of a head. Looking directly felt wrong, as though the act itself might change whatever was sitting there. The vehicle moved through long stretches of shadow, lights flickering across the glass. In those brief moments of illumination, the shape beside seemed sharper, more deliberate. Once, there was the glint of something metallic at the wrist. Once, the faintest shift of lips, not quite a smile. No words we

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

Chapter 19 Room 512

The hotel wasn’t hard to trace. Elijah sat in the passenger seat of Gabe’s car, laptop balanced on his knees, his fingers restless against the trackpad. He’d uploaded the photograph the one that had been haunting him into a reverse image search. Within minutes, the screen lit up with matches. The Langston Royale, Singapore. High end. Discreet. The kind of place where billionaires held their affairs, where politicians signed dirty contracts in hushed voices, where secrets went to sleep beneath silk sheets. Elijah leaned closer, studying the glowing image. The hotel’s dark façade. The arch of glass above the entrance. The way the photo framed him as if caught mid step. He looked younger, sharper, less broken. Two months before the crash. Two months before his memory had been carved out like someone had cut it clean with a knife. “This was me,” Elijah whispered. The words trembled in the stillness of the car. “I just don’t know why I was there.” Beside him, Gabe shifted in the dri

Last Updated : 2025-09-03

Chapter 20: Things We Swore to Bury

Gabe sat on the back porch, hunched forward on the old wooden step, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. He didn’t smoke much these days. Only when the past came knocking hard enough to rattle his bones, loud enough to make sleep impossible. Tonight, the knock was deafening. The porch creaked when Elijah’s car pulled into the driveway. Headlights cut through the dusk, and Gabe braced himself, dragging smoke deep into his lungs before flicking the ash into the dark. He didn’t look up right away. He couldn’t. When Elijah’s footsteps crunched over gravel and climbed the porch steps, Gabe finally raised his head. Elijah’s face was pale, strained, and in his hand gripped tight like it might burn him was the photo. The one from Singapore. Elijah stopped just a few feet away. His voice came out raw, like it had been dragged over broken glass. “Why didn’t you tell me?” The air between them tightened. Gabe glanced at the cigarette, then back to Elijah. His chest felt heavier tha

Last Updated : 2025-09-03

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