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As he saw that, he pulled out his handkerchief from the back pocket, folded it to form a bandage, and gently wrapped it around the injury. "And when we are in heaven, every minute feels surreal because we have longed for it every second," he said while tying the cloth around my foot. He looked up and his eyes scanned my face and then my frame without blinking. He was staring at me like I am the most precious and beautiful girl in the world. "You are looking exactly the way I imagined in my dreams" he chuckled and his eyes snapped back to me "the only difference is that in reality, you have dolled up for someone else" a wave of pain passed his eyes for a fraction of a second.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

And I am tired of being so grown up. "What about the bus?" I ask. He checks his phone. "Ten twenty three. We have twenty seven minutes before the next one. That is enough time for pie." Twenty seven minutes. "Okay," I say. "Pie." He stands up first. He is taller than I thought. He must be six feet tall, maybe a little more. He holds out his hand to help me up, and I look at it for a moment. Long fingers. Pencil bump on the thumb.

Something that had not been corrected. Something that had been allowed. Even if only for a moment. And in Heaven, a moment was enough to begin everything.

The empty road offered no answer. Only silence. Then— Buzz. My entire body froze. The phone. My shaking fingers reached for it. A new message flashed across the screen. Unknown Number. Instantly, dread curled through my chest. Slowly, I opened it. The pale glow illuminated my tear-streaked face. One sentence. Only one. Yet it felt like a death sentence. My blood turned to ice. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS LEFT.

] [Time Remaining Until Death: 71 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds. I could see a row of crimson countdown numbers materialize out of thin air above me. I fell weakly onto the tiles covered in glass, letting the pieces cut into my calves as my entire body shook violently. It had been seven years, and I had thought I would never see that warning again. I still remembered how Samuel Hudson, my husband, got down on one knee to propose to me, his eyes brimming with tears as he said, "You, out of all the people in the world, are the only one for me in this lifetime, Stella."

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”