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She still sat there, motionless, with only the faint rise and fall of her chest proving she was alive. Sneering, I lifted my chin stubbornly and turned away as if I couldn't care less. Her heart was harder than steel. I had saved the child she loved more than anything, that precious son she guarded like he was a piece of her own soul. I used my life to buy his. Even if she hated me, even if she despised the blood running through my veins, the least she could do was shed a single tear for me, even if she had to pretend.

Change was the true constant in life. "Give me some time, Amber," I said softly. She nodded. "Okay." When I got home, I turned on my laptop and saw an email from Conrad. He'd written me a very long letter. He told me that he and Izzy were getting married. They would simply register their marriage and weren't going to have a wedding ceremony. He said he finally realized that stolen happiness would eventually have to be repaid, and that his biggest regret was losing me as a friend.

She tells Ethan about the first life in February. Not the full version — the full version has no container, requires a context she cannot give, and produces a claim that no evidence could support. But the version she has been circling since the La Latina street and the Bunkers and the night she told him about the file and the Christmas morning on the Gràcia balcony when she said *in another life* and corrected herself.

Esther Flashback (1665) “Esther, please,” Edmund holds my wrist. “I’m serious. I’ll be okay here. You can go.” “You really want me to leave you here?” His voice is hoarse. “Yes, Edmund.” I look up and place a hand on his cheek. “Look, perhaps in the next life, things will be easier, and we’ll be together if we are meant to be.” “What if there’s no next life?” “Then, it’s okay. I think we have loved each other so much. I’ll cherish that while still alive. The love that you gave me is enough.”

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

Jonathan's sentimental promises had come too late, and I no longer needed them. He tried to grab my hand but ended up grabbing thin air instead. "Please, Tess, give me another chance." The company's car slowly rolled to a stop before me. I brushed past Jonathan and headed into the car. The moment the door closed behind me, I heard his anguished sob cut through the crisp, autumn air. But I didn't so much as give him a backward glance. … A week later, I came across a video online. I clicked on it to find that it was footage of Jonathan and Charlotte.

I was just so desperate to leave the hospital. Arriving home, I walked myself to the living room and sank onto the couch. I threw my head back as Lucia's actions pressed down on me like a velvet embrace. Just then, I heard my phone buzzing loudly, which made my heart skip a beat. I glanced at the screen, it was Oliver. ‘Come on, I'm so sorry, it's not what you think it is, I swear,’ it read. I stared at the text for a while before rolling my eyes off, unable to deal with his apologies.

Your love means nothing to me anymore. "But—" "What could you possibly say? I only have two months left." I tipped my head and smiled. "Johan, didn't you say you were tired of me? Perfect. I only have two months left to live." Once I was dead, he wouldn't have to see me anymore. Johan's eyes reddened. I closed mine and leaned back as the rocking chair gently swayed, letting the pain swallow every sense. There was no cure. No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die.

Seeing the situation turning against her, Violet immediately began shouting, "Grandpa, there must be a mistake! Nathan and I have long been in love and have pledged ourselves to each other! Grandpa, are you really going to watch Nathan abandon me after leading me on?" Violet clung to this last lifeline, shouting desperately. The guests stared in shock, and Sophia frowned with displeasure upon hearing it. I calmly stepped forward. "Mr. Sterling Senior, I don't know why Violet would say such things. I've always regarded her as a sister, never overstepping boundaries or harboring any other thoughts. The person she refers to as her true love might be my cousin, Sebastian."

"Asmara, you have to let her go," It's like I was sucked up back to reality when Amir spoke. "Right," I said as I wipe my tears. “I don’t know how it is you are so familiar to me – or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before – in another time, a different place – some other existence.” - Lang Leav