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Sara's Pov Henry's eyes were two foci that had locked onto mine; the burning of his gaze was like a branding iron seared into my skin. "Jethro's darkness will pull you in, Sara. It'll make you feel like you're the only one who can save him, that you are the only one who truly understands him. But trust me, it's a lie. He'll use you, Sara. He'll use you until there's nothing left of you."

she whispered, her voice trembling. Armen stroked her hair, his touch soothing. "Why, my dear? Is it because of this new chapter in your life?" he asked, his voice gentle. Sara looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed. "I'm scared I'll hurt you and Mom," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. ************

Elara's eyes grew misty. She took a deep breath, gripped Merida's hand tightly, and resolutely walked forward. Beau cried out anxiously, "Mommy! Even if you and Daddy are divorced, I can still stay with you! Mommy, why don't you want me?" Elara's steps faltered. It was as if invisible wires were wrapped around her ankles, cutting deep into her flesh. She took several deep breaths, but each one felt like it was tearing through her lungs. The air passing through her throat wasn't smooth—it was like being forced through a narrow path lined with thorns.

“You! One soft syllable, barely breathed, but it cracks open something I’ve kept barred shut for years. She says it again without speaking in the way her throat moves as she swallows, in the tremor she tries to hide, in the way her eyes widen like she’s terrified and brave at the same time. And suddenly I’m not cold, I’m not tired , I’m not sane either. I am want!

“Please. Just kill me. End this. I can’t… I can’t anymore.” I stared at her through the bars. Her tears. Her shaking. Her pain. I smiled. Sara’s sobs filled the cell like a broken song. She was curled in the corner, with her knees to chest, rocking back and forth, face streaked with tears and dried blood. Her voice cracked when she spoke. “Please… let me out. Or just kill me. Please. I can’t do this anymore.” I stood outside the bars, arms folded, watching her. She looked small. Broken. Exactly how I wanted her. I smiled slowly.

The drive to my house is quiet, but Blake never lets go of my hand. I wish he could hold my hand for the rest of the night. Be there with me to face the monster. I would feel braver. I act bravely in front of everyone, but I’m not, and I’m tired. So fucking tired. I’m tired of having to put my brave face on and put up walls. I don’t want to have to be brave anymore. I want to be normal, be happy, and live without acting like I’m strong in front of people.

Her brain can't understand what was happening, it was in absolute chaos. But she just knew one thing: she wants out. I want to live. I want to live. Let me out. Let me out! But before she knew it, [Bang!] She'll never see the sun rising up again. —

Jax I didn’t know how long I had been screaming. It felt like forever. My throat burned. My voice had started to break somewhere along the way, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The sound of my own voice was the only thing reminding me I was still… here. Still awake. Still fighting. The space around me was tight. Dark. The kind of darkness that pressed against your eyes even when they were open. The air smelled wrong too… thick, stale, like it had been trapped there for too long.

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.