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“I miss you.” I sighed, feeling my frustration rise. “Andre, we are done. I’ve moved on. You need to move on too.” He shook his head. “I can’t. You’re my wife.” “We were married,” I corrected him. “But I have a new life now, and you’re messing it up.” He leaned back in his chair, still smiling. “I don’t want anything from you, Sasha. Just come back to me.” I left the cafe, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. The next day, I went to the mall, hoping to buy a new dress. As I browsed through the racks, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and, of course, it was Andre.

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And together, we step out into the evening, ready to face whatever comes next. This is perfect. END OF BOOK ONE ########## Book Two starts immediately after this one. It will be posted in this same book. Thank you for sticking around.

“Then my answer is… keep waiting. But not forever.” He smiled, relief brightening weary eyes. “I can wait.” She leaned her head to his shoulder, stars kindling overhead. “Tomorrow we draft new laws.” “And after that?” She glanced at him, mischief stirring. “After that, perhaps I teach you the Ironclaw lullaby that ends wars.” He laughed softly. “We could use more of those.” Ash appeared, curling at their feet like punctuation to peace. In the hush, fireflies rose among lilies, twinkling like tiny promises: light survives, even where grave markers once stood.

After standing there for a while and seeing that June had nothing else to say, I left the room without lingering any longer. … Three days later, the hospital called me, and that was when I learned June had jumped to her death. Before she died, she had left behind a note filled with apologies. In it, she begged me that after her death, I would bury her in the land she once loved most. I helped handle her funeral arrangements. After the cremation, I carried her ashes all the way back to the desert. There, I scattered June's ashes across the endless stretch of barren earth. This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I coul

I really only have you. But he would never find that watch again. Six years were over. I refused him one last time. "Grant, it's impossible. There will be no future for us." He went speechless. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I checked the time. My flight was close. "Our story ends here. Don't contact me again. "Also, I've sold the apartment." Then I pulled my suitcase away and left without looking back. Later, I found a good job overseas and lived a relaxed, peaceful life.

The sun had long set by the time Eira was done with her explanation. The duo decided to move to somewhere else and ended up outside the Shack. Eira bought food and they sat in the car, eating and sharing bits and pieces of information. There was cheers and gasps from Bella but for most part of it, she listened silently to Eira. Her lips trembled on hearing of Uncle John's death and the vampire Rafael's attack. But she had a hard time believing real life vampires didn't sparkle under the sun.

“I can’t live without you.” I turned away, forcing my heartbeat to steady. “If you keep coming near me,” I said quietly, “you’ll never see me again. Not even as a memory.” He didn’t answer. He just stood there, crying silently, like the weight of his sins had finally crushed him. The next night, I came home late from work. The elevator doors opened, and I smelled food—warm, rich, familiar. For a second, I thought Clara was cooking. But when I walked into the apartment, Luca stepped out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a tray.

The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye. Mom stared at the flowers. Tears fell again. But she smiled. "Lily," she whispered. "Is that you?" No one answered. The wind passed through, and the petals swayed once more. Then everything grew still. I looked down and saw my body beginning to fade, bit by bit, like mist evaporating in sunlight. I was finally leaving. I looked at them one last time. At the moment I disappeared completely, I heard Noah speak. "Mom, was Lily just here?"

I finished my meal alone, the way I had been finishing most things alone lately, and cleared the table and washed the dishes and moved through the rest of the evening with a steadiness that surprised even me. Something had shifted since the cafe. Since Lisa. I could not name it exactly but I could feel it — some small internal reorganisation, like furniture that had been in the wrong position for years finally moved an inch in the right direction. I was not fine. I was not even close to fine. But I was no longer just waiting for something to happen to me. Later that night I was in bed, lights off, listening to Edward move around on the other side of the room getting ready for sleep, when my