Novel & Cerita Another Fight For Remembrance

By afternoon, someone had started a memorial. Near the fountain in the central courtyard. Where the worst of the fighting had been. Students were leaving flowers. Notes. Small tokens. "Who are we memorializing?" I asked Sienna. "Everyone. Those who were injured. Those who fought. Those who didn't make it." "Wait. Did people die?" "No. But we came close. Multiple times. This is for the almost-losses. The near-misses. The trauma we all carry now." It was beautiful. Sad. Necessary.

Not without a fight. 🩸

Fighting them brought nothing but body bags and headaches. And now, with Alessia finally coming back to my bed, the idea of killing her family felt... unnecessary. Petty. I looked at Remo, seeing the hotheaded kid I used to be. He wanted a coward’s way out, a bullet from a distance. A real man, a man of honor, settles his scores face-to-face. He should want to win that fight, not sneak around like a thief in the night. But I kept my mouth shut. If I told him all that he’d throw it in my face. He’d say I was choosing a woman over my own flesh and blood.

"Elena must have been forced. I don't believe she just forgot me." "So what if they're mates? I'll make her change her mind."

"Because you need to remember. You need to remember that there are real people behind the numbers, behind the statistics, behind the collateral damage. You need to remember what you're fighting for, and what you're fighting against." "I haven't forgotten. I could never forget." "Then act like it. Act like their lives mattered, because they did." I looked at him, at the anger in his eyes, at the pain he was trying so hard to hide, and I felt a flicker of something, not guilt, not remorse, just recognition that he was right, that I had been so focused on winning that I had forgotten what winning was supposed to mean. "I'm doing what needs to be done. I'm doing what no one else is willing to do

"Selling her? You flipped the script on the deal! Everyone knows houses appreciate, but renovations just depreciate. You think we're the dumb ones here?" The argument escalated in a flash, neither side willing to yield an inch. The bride and groom desperately tried to break it up, but it was futile. Soon, someone threw the first punch, and chaos descended, dishes and plates flying in all directions. In the mayhem, a few bottles sailed toward our table. Ted leaped up in an instant, positioning himself to shield me. One bottle cracked against Audrey's head with a sickening thud, blood immediately dripping from the wound. He didn't notice, too focused on blocking the projectiles aimed my way. "

The one when we are christmas dinner at Wu’s the last year and our skating videos and backstage videos we’d post to our instagram story highlights. That was the purpose of a remembrance. Not to cry but to acknowledge that you’ve moved and o and to realize how far you’ve come while you grieved. It’s to celebrate the life and death of someone you loved, someone you didn’t wished had died. And that brought back the thoughts of— ‘what if i had died when she jumped in front of that car?’ ‘was i really going to put my people through the same trauma. And will they forget about me like they seemingly did to Ruby after a year?’

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A quiet acceptance. “We’ll fight,” Vladimir said, his voice a whisper but filled with conviction. “We’ll burn with her.” The room fell silent at the weight of his words. We will not fight for triumph," Emereah replied, her tone firm. "We fight to survive. For what we stand for. For what is still ours." Rhovan nodded deliberately, his face set in a grim expression. "If we die," he explained, his voice heavy with emotion, "then we die with our heads held high. But if we triumph… if we triumph, we reclaim what is ours.

But then, my mind drifted back to the fight I had with Aiden. The memories flooded in, the tension, the anger, and the desperate struggle for survival. I could almost feel the adrenaline rushing through me again. I remember Aiden's face vividly, just before I killed him. He had sneered at me, saying that no matter what I did, I would never win—that Delilah would return. His words echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the battle that still lay ahead.