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Then she walked back down the corridor and left me alone. I stood at the door for a moment. Just breathing. Then I pushed it open. The room was dim and quiet. The curtains were drawn. The machines beside the bed made a soft steady sound, a gentle beeping rhythm that somehow felt more serious than a loud alarm would have. This was the sound of someone being kept alive one minute at a time. I walked in slowly. I stopped at the foot of the bed. And I looked at him. Here is what nobody had warned me about.

I forced myself to my knees, biting back the stabbing pain in my bones, my body limp from the burning sensation of the silver dust. Outside the doorway, Kian stood watching coldly. “I just came back from the cemetery. Today is their death anniversary. And you’re here, resting? “Don’t forget how they died. Three lives. You could spend the rest of your life repenting, and it still wouldn’t be enough. “All I’m asking is for you to pray for them here. Don’t act like you’re being tortured.” However, I’d seen them earlier today in the villa I’d worked for years to buy back, celebrating Leila’s birthday.

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

Her sudden silence before the wedding. Her insistence on that limited-edition diamond ring. Clearing out all her things ahead of time. And finally... falling off the cliff on the wedding day. A deep sense of dread spread through his chest. He had a faint feeling Noemi must've learned something—that was why she chose such a final way to leave him. Then he remembered what Paulo said. Noemi had read a message right before she fell. His chest tightened like a fist had closed around his heart, the pain stealing his breath.

In just a short week, he had visibly lost a lot of weight. If this had been before, my parents and Ashley would've been heartbroken. But now, no one even came to see him. On the day of his execution, I quietly hovered in the air and watched. The moment he died, his soul floated out of his body just like mine once had. He stared at me in terror. "Sean, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Please don't kill me. Don't kill me…" I laughed. "Aren't you already dead?"

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.