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Let's end this. ***

"I'll be expecting that call Hazel, have a good weekend you too." I climb into my car and start the engine,on my way out I honk a little and wave a final good bye to John.

But Edward could feel it, the quiet unraveling between them. And as he stood there, listening to the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the faint footsteps in the corridor outside, he realized something terrible — the kind of realization that comes only once in a lifetime. Sometimes, love ends not with anger or betrayal, but with exhaustion. Sometimes, grief is simply heavier than love can carry. “Mr. Ulrick,” Abigail said softly, her voice almost too calm. “You’re not deaf. You heard what I said. Let’s end it.”

With brisk steps he was out the door and made Hunter confirm the fact Tai had called him weird to be true. Hunter was about to put the money into the cash register when he found the note in it. ‘reservation for table 14 by 9:50pm’ “if we aren’t closed already” He muttered in response to his letter. “Take care of yourself okay?” Jeanie said to Louisa with her hands cupping her little face. They were outside the hotel room saying their final goodbyes to each other in the windy night. The baby girl nodded affirmatively and had a bright smile on her face.

Eva agreed. They walk towards their room but before they even reach their door, they notice the door next to their's was ajar. Something was swaying in the air inside. It looks lik something dawned at them that made them lookd at each other before pushing the door wide open. What they saw next was something they would remember for the rest of their lives. It was Giselle who cried first for she and Violet were close. Eva was standing behind Violet remembering the last thing she said to her.

�𝗮𝗮𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹�

"Maybe you're right. This is just me getting anxious over things that have already ended." "Your mentality is still healing and that's totally normal," Mad added then. "I'm no expert when it comes to this but I think you need closure for your peace of mind." Opening my eyes, I turned my head to look at her. She was also gazing up to the sky, with her arms behind her sides, supporting her weight. "You mean, should I go talk to him or something?" Mad shrugged her shoulder. "Whatever floats your boat." I chuckled, nodding. "Thanks for the advice though."

The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space. The manager looked at me uncomfortably. "Mr. Davis occasionally rests here," he explained awkwardly. "Then maybe he should keep it clean, especially for client meetings," I said, glancing at him. "This place reeks. Can't you smell it?" I straightened a photo frame, noticing our wedding photo had been replaced with one of Max and Coco. Meanwhile, my photo lay discarded in a corner. I picked up our photo, cut myself out of it, and tucked it into my purse. Then, I left the divorce papers in Max's desk drawer, asking the manager to make sure Max saw them.

She gave a wave of dismissal as Darius gently laid a sleeping Dahlia in her cot. “Goodnight, then.” She walked with him to the door, where he turned around and stared at her, words he couldn’t possibly say crashing on the floor of his mind. “Goodnight, Darius,” Astrid said, her hand lingering on the doorknob. She wanted it to be a mutual goodnight – she would only close the door once he turned around and headed for his room, which he wasn’t doing just yet.

It felt… different. Calmer. Jordy stood there for a moment, just taking it in. Then he walked toward the back. The manager was there, going through some papers like always. He looked up when Jordy approached. “You’re early.” Jordy nodded slightly. “Yeah.” There was a brief silence. Then, “I wanted to talk to you.” The manager straightened slightly. “What’s up?” Jordy slipped his hands into his pockets, steadying himself. “Today’s going to be my last day.”