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Never have I been happier to listen that annoying, lazy drawl up in my head, dishing out judgment as it deemed fit. "I thought you'd left me for my doom. I'm glad you stayed." I confessed without a second hesitation. "Actually, I was gonna. There was nowhere else that was deserving of my presence and I thought to come back home, where I belong. This is where I'm enthroned and I love it here!" She stated in a tone that bred boredom. "Really?" "No." She replied. "I'm back because more than ever, you need all the help you can get and now we have full knowledge of who we were meant to be, we can put Mana Sylveon's power to good use."

He hands me another bouquet of roses. "Hey, you two, don't take each other too seriously. You're still young. Focus on your studies!" Manang Cherry interrupts. "Don't be such as kill joy, Manang," I retort, and the three of us burst into laughter. End of flashback. I hold the keychain and spin it in my hand. It falls to the floor, splitting into two. I was shocked to find something written inside. I know you'll get tired of loving me someday, but I promise, I'll love you eternally.

Everytime it felt like we were doing well, something threw us off course. Holding up his beer bottle, Adonis smiled. “To new beginnings?” he said, trying to rally me. But I sighed. “Or maybe, Adonis, this time,” I said, “it should be ‘to new endings.”

I hit the gas again. Tate let out a weak moan and dug her fingers into the seat so hard that her white knuckles glowed even in the darkness around her. But she didn't say a word. She didn't shout, and she didn't curse. She just silently suffered with me. Decayer by Blessthefall just played, and I really smoked it. You need an escort for that madness, don't you think? Tate remained silent. The singer shouted the lyrics of the song straight into our ears, straight into our souls. And I was on the verge of something I may never be able to get back.

Remember I love you. Where everything fell apart? The beach, the weekend of my eighteenth birthday. That seems so long ago. I guess in a way it is since that was almost five years ago now. I haven’t been back to the beach since that weekend. I was asked many times to attend parties but I just couldn’t bring myself to go. But if this is what my Angel wants me to do I’ll do it. I picked up the cooler and started making my way back to the packhouse then changed my mind. I opened the cooler to find a wrapped box fighting the urge to open it and see what was inside I stripped off my clothes placed them in the cooler and shifted into Ash. Ash grabbed the cooler in his mouth and took off. Ash enjoy

“Now, I stop waiting for a past that isn’t coming back.” And for the first time in a long time, he wondered what that really meant.

"Somewhere without the scent of bluebells." I got into the car and never looked back. Julian was still trapped among the ruins of everything he had lost. Meanwhile, I was driving toward a sky full of stars that belonged entirely to me.

Neither of us spoke. The music carried memories with every note. Our wedding. Our first apartment. Sunday mornings. Shared dreams. Baby names. Laughter. Promises. I closed my eyes. If I held on tightly enough... Maybe I could stay in those memories forever. The song ended too quickly. Our hands slowly separated. Reality returned. Just like always. --- We resumed walking until we reached the old bridge overlooking the river. The city lights reflected on the water below. Beautiful and peaceful. I leaned against the railing.

The relocation of my company to Sunuraum proceeded seamlessly, with all formalities concluded. On the eve of departing Malesfall, I visited the chapel one final time and retrieved Jacob's memorial plaque. As the plane ascended steadily, Jonah handed me an envelope. "This is from Marcello, written in prison and passed via a guard. He pleaded for you to read it. The decision is yours." I took it, curious what this wrecker of my life had left to say. It read: [Did you ever love me?]

Behind me, through the glass, I could hear the sound of everything falling apart. I turned my music up. Some gifts, you just have to return. THE END