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Claire turned and looked at Arsen, who had been staring at her intently the whole time. “Because after that, they will improve themselves, just as those red leaves will fall, replaced by a new, more mature and stronger spirit,” Claire continued with a faint smile on her lips. Arsen was stunned by her words. He immediately recalled how his father had treated him all this time, causing his eyes to well up with tears without him realizing it. “Believe me, no matter how great a person’s mistakes may be, they will change for the better with God’s intervention. Life is beautiful if we view it with an open and objective mind,” Claire continued, causing a single tear to roll down Arsen’s cheek uncon

I sat by the window, watching shadows move beyond the treeline, feeling the ground beneath us subtly shift. Kaelen joined me quietly. “You’re carrying the weight of all of them,” he said. “I don’t know how not to,” I admitted. “Fault lines are breaking open,” he said. “Once they do, there’s no sealing them again.” “I know,” I replied. “But pretending they don’t exist will only bury us when everything collapses.” He rested his forehead against mine, grounding me. “You don’t have to be unbreakable.” “I don’t want to be,” I said softly. “I just want us to survive what comes next.”

I opened it anyway. Video file. Three minutes long. Filmed in what looked like a motel room. Cheap. Anonymous. The kind of place that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. Brock appeared on screen. He looked terrible. Hair wild. Face gaunt. Eyes hollow with exhaustion and rage. Scratches on his face from running through wilderness. Clothes torn and dirty. "Hello, Bethany." His voice was hoarse. Barely controlled. "I know you're watching. Know you think you've won. You set your traps. You caught Jessica's mercenaries. You protected Emma. Very clever. Very impressive."

She began to play a medley of different songs it started out with the violin being played first “I set on a narrow way many years ago…hoping I would find true love along the broken road….but I got lost a time or two…what my brow kept pushing through…I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you….Marry me…today and every day….marry me…if I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe say you will….ooohh…cause God bless the broken road that led me straight to you…heart beat fast…colors and promises…how to be brave…how can I love when I’m afraid to…fall…watching you stand alone…all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow….my head’s underwater, but I’m breathing fine…you’re crazy and I’m

Twenty minutes later, we finally manage to maneuver Mick into the backseat, promising the driver that he won't vomit in his car. Kate gives her address, saying that it will be better to take care of him there. I glance at Ethan, whose expression remains neutral as he gazes out the window from the front seat. Well, there goes our dinner. I hear Kate on her phone. "Hi, Alberta," she greets when her group sponsor answers. "Mick had a relapse," Kate looks sadly at Mick. "Yes, I'm with him. We're going to my place." I hear her provide the address and end the call. At least Alberta will be there. I feel more at ease knowing she's with us. She's the one with the most experience in this matter, havi

His heart screamed with joy. The End

She craved to know that. All her life, happiness came in fragments whereas pain was like an abundant sea, always knocking her down under its waves. Still she never felt her faith wavering in her God. Her God is watching over her and this sole fact empowers her like nothing. She wakes up every day, smiles through life and sleep, knowing she is not alone. This is why, she always come to his sanctuary whenever she feels down and defeated. And today was one of those days. This is the only place where she can be herself; that is broken and miserable.