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The desperation that gripped us all only intensified with the passage of time. I found myself alone in the comfort of our bedroom, clutching a cherished photograph of Athro tightly to my chest. Tears cascaded down my face, as a mixture of heartache and despair washed over me. The sight of his innocent smile in that picture broke my already fractured heart into even smaller pieces. My entire being ached for his return, for the reunion that seemed to slip further and further from reality with each passing moment.

"What the hell is that?" Wyne hissed angrily at the scribbles on the mirror's surface which were written using red lipstick that had been brutally crushed, so that the writing looked like dried blood scribbled on the mirror's surface. Then in the sink, someone accidentally clogs the water and puts red dye in the water, so that the water now looks stagnant and almost overflowing with a deep red color that looks like thick blood. Hazel looked shocked. Her body trembled in Wyne's arms and now her knees were shaking. She really didn't expect the terrorist to have returned. Even just a few minutes after the police closed the terror case she reported.

Mars Reed POV “My teeth dig deep into my lower lip, the metallic taste of my own blood doing absolute shit to hold back the wild, burning tide of absolute despair tearing through my throat,” I choke out, my knuckles locking around the frame of this steel wheelchair until the metal groans.

My body convulsed with each wave of torment, a macabre dance of suffering. Through the haze of agony, a sense of desperation took hold. I yearned for release, for a respite from this cruel fate. But the pain persisted, unyielding in its torment. I clung to the hope that somehow, someway, this nightmare would come to an end. As the world around me faded into darkness, I surrendered to the abyss, my body wracked with spasms. The echoes of my cries reverberated within the empty room, a haunting melody of anguish.

I knew she will be my weakness so I despised her, thinking it will make the feeling go away but it didn't . It only grew stronger. Then when I kept thinking of how I will see her again. I saw her in that office. I wanted to hug her or even kiss her to tell her how much I loved her but again, I despised her to kill the passion in me. I am such a coward. How can I make her suffer for my weakness.

I was shocked and my fishing rod fell into the water. I reached out to grab it but I only grabbed a handful of mud. The person behind me quickly took out some tissues and wiped the mud off my fingers. His attractive voice said, “I know you’re angry. Your nails are broken. How are you going to play the piano like that?” He understood my emotions… He was always like that, wiping my face with a handkerchief. He looked regretful, and his eyes were filled with pain when he looked at me. A single drop of tear fell onto his arm.

His heart was gradually consumed by humiliation and despair, and an overwhelming sense of self-loathing began to take root. When Ben's hand reached Dean's final line of defense, he finally closed his eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. He felt his sanity begin to crack, the despair inside him transforming into a deep, gut-wrenching scream. "Yes... this is despair! This is what it feels like!" Suddenly, the figure of that messenger appeared in his mind. "Come back... come back quickly! I need to make a wish!"

Coop led me to the ICU ward she was kept in, I walked over and peeped through the mirror and saw doctors cleaning her wounds. She was covered with bandages, laying on the bed like a doll and machines were attached to her. My heart clenched as I stared at her condition, “I’m so sorry,” I whispered while placing my hand on the mirror while staring at her. Tears began to roll in my eyes. April?

It was time for me to go. When the System found me and asked me if I had second thoughts, I immediately said no. Whatever that was never mine in the first place wasn't mine, no matter what had happened. Once again, my door was opened from the other side. Remy looked like a culprit who returned to the scene of the crime to enjoy her handiwork. When she looked at the cream on me, she waved in disdain. "Why haven't you cleaned yourself up yet, Fiona? That low-grade cream fits you perfectly! You're just as abhorrent."

Their faces contorted in pain, their eyes filled with betrayal, as if I had abandoned them in their darkest hour. The guilt and anguish consumed me, fueling a searing heat that coursed through my veins. Sweat dripped from my brow, my body trembling with the intensity of the torment. It felt as though the walls of the chamber were closing in on me, trapping me in this nightmarish cycle of death and despair. I desperately sought an escape from this never-ending nightmare. "Please... make it stop!" I cried out, my voice laced with desperation. "I can't bear it any longer!"