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My voice was courteous and distant. “Long time no see.” His lips quivered. He had a lot to say. Lorenzo was dying to express the regret that consumed him in the last three years. He wanted to let me know about the void in his life since he kicked Ginna out. He was just a shell of his former self as he took a detour after work just to get to my former stop at the subway station and scour the crowd for a sliver of my silhouette. All he wanted was for me to look at him, even just one more time.

In my head, I heard the echo of her voice whisper, "Goodbye, Amelia." Again, I felt the blinding pain as she smashed the shovel on my skull again and again. Alexander sounded worried as he kept asking me what the problem was. His voice sounded so far away. I saw Sophie's eyes widen. My breath seized up as I remembered with blinding clarity the details of the night I had died. There was a rushing sound in my ears, and I felt myself falling.

“Part of me is like eww gross, the other part is that it has to be the coolest death ever.” “He’s not dead,” Aislen corrected. “He’s immortal. He can feel everything. He just can’t stop it from happening. He will be alive until there’s nothing left of him.” “What about the bits that Mercy poops out?” Cameron speculated as he pulled off the main road and into the river house drive. “I mean… Are they enough for him to heal from?” “Don’t,” Rhett pulled a face. “That is just too gross.” “Let’s hope not,” Heath reached across Aislen for the door handle as Cameron parked.

“Go ‘head and call it in.” The crackle of a radio stung my ears. “Ashford is dead.” The second one said. An electronic beep signaled the end of his message. “Can’t believe I killed an Alpha. You think I’ll get a raise for it?” “He’s not an Alpha. Not yet, anyway.” “Well, he ain’t gonna be now.” A loud, wet laugh echoed throughout the mall. Seconds passed when Macon’s sent slithered into my nostrils. I let the shock flow through me, releasing it as quickly as it had come. All that mattered was my breathing, keeping my heartbeat slow.

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.

Dead and gone to never return. “And yet I'm right here with you” You are a lie. “So how can I speak to you?” I have a very powerful imagination and a very damaged mind. He laughs. Goddess, I've missed his laugh. I'll be with you all soon. “And what if we want you to live?” You don't get to decide that. The dead can't speak or have opinions. “And yet I offer mine. Live Amelia” I refuse. You don't know how hard it is here.

a familiar voice inquired, slicing through the chaos around me. My heart raced so violently that it drowned out all other sounds, forcing me to concentrate on my breath, urging myself to just breathe. "Everything will be alright," I whispered internally, but the words felt hollow, a comforting lie facing the grim reality unfolding before me-nothing would ever be alright again. "They discovered a deceased man in the abandoned warehouse thirty-two minutes away from here. It's not much of a loss; they identified him as the Mafia."

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Her voice wavered more and more as she spoke, because Lilith was watching her with thinly veiled contempt. Without a word, Lilith turned on Jasmine's phone and projected the chat history onto the screen for everyone to see. "Some truths must be seen clearly. Jasmine must not die in vain." "What do you mean? Jasmine's death wasn't just organ failure?" Cold sweat formed on Emma's forehead. The screen began scrolling through messages between Emma and Jasmine. [Jasmine, you lost. Your husband and child are mine now.] [Don't think you can disappear and I'll be powerless. I'll take everything from you. Even your treatment spot. I just sweet-talked them a bit and they gave it to me. Just die alread