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The coworker answered vaguely, "Someone who was trapped by love... "Just throw it away. It's bad luck." The young nurse nodded, still slightly confused. Then she casually tossed the letter into the trash. A breeze drifted in from somewhere unknown and lifted the paper. On it was only a single sentence. [Liam, Ava, if there's another life, can it be my turn to love you?]

And the days, at last, belonged to them. She opened her eyes and looked out at the dark forest one final time. It remained empty. And that emptiness, hard-won and carefully kept, was enough. THE END. THAN YOU FOR READING THIS BOOK I PROMISE TO IMPROVE AND MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING IN MY NEXT STORY FOLLOW NOW TO ENJOY. Continue the part 2

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His gaze was shocked—he hadn't realized it was me he'd pushed. But his attention was fleeting. He turned away after a brief pause and jumped into his car, speeding off. The roar of the engine was deafening, and the thick exhaust fumes choked me until my nose prickled. I watched as the red Porsche vanished into the distance. Then, I slowly closed my eyes. … When I woke again, my stomach was flat. The heartbeat was gone. I'd already decided not to keep the child, so why did losing it still hurt so much?

We sat on his couch with our legs tangled and our laptops open and we showed each other the things we’d hidden. He went first. A folder on his desktop – no label, just a date. Essays he’d written and never submitted. A piece about the first time he stepped on ice after the expulsion and how the sound of his blades was the only thing that had ever sounded like forgiveness. A half-finished page about his mother’s handwriting – how he’d memorized it from a birthday card she’d sent when he was nine and tattooed it on his ribs so she couldn’t take it back. Notes in the margins of his Gatsby copy that I’d seen before but never read closely, and now that I did, the breath left my body. She sees the

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The firmness and coldness in her tone caused the last shred of hope in Joey's heart to sink like a stone. What followed was an overwhelming sense of anger and confusion. "Must you be so absolute, leaving yourself no way out?" A way out? Margot smiled faintly. She had long since lost any hope of a way out. The Stewarts may be strangers to her now, but it was certainly not her way out. She turned her gaze away and looked toward Dominic who had been closely observing their exchange. Her heart slowly found peace. "This way out is better left to Maisie. No, I suppose she would be Mrs. Johanson now."

Señor Arthur let out and walked past the sobbing woman. "Arthur!" Señyora Georgina shouted and dashed after her husband who had left the house. When the two left, the mansion fell silent once more. I quickly glanced at my side. My eyes widened as I observed Luxious' expression. He continued to focus on the mansion's front door, from which his parents had just emerged. I was surprised by the lack of expression on his face. "Hey..." Immediately after hearing me, his expression quickly altered. "What?" "Are you... okay? I questioned as I focused on his eyes.

As soon as we get downtown, I’m hit hard with nostalgia. “Why do you look sad, Aunt Winnie?” Jackson asks, taking my hand. I help him out of the car and smooth out his costume. “I’m not sad,” I explain. “I didn’t realize how much I missed this until right now.” “You can always move back,” Mom points out like she always does.

And in that moment, I thought again of the funeral. But my heart didn’t hurt anymore. It was all in the past. Whether sorrow or love, it ended right here. I raised my champagne glass and gave a small smile toward Enzo on the shore. Wishing him happiness for the rest of his life. And the same for myself. (The End)