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To my surprise, nothing held me back. I took another step, and the air around me stayed still, offering no resistance. I was free. Finally, I was truly free. So this was what obsession felt like. The thing that had trapped me had never been him. It had always been myself. In life, I couldn't let go of Vera. In death, I couldn't let go of Zayne. And I couldn't let go of all the wishes I had left unfinished. Now, my burial plot was secured. Zayne had more money than he could ever spend, and Jeremy had received his punishment.

“Mr. Solace, about the overseas branch transfer you mentioned before… I’ve thought it through.” There was a brief pause on the other end before he said, “Jason, this transfer means you won’t be able to return for at least five years. Are you sure?” I looked toward the silhouette that had vanished into the rain and let out a soft laugh. “I’m sure.” Only this time, it wouldn’t be five years. It would be a lifetime. … By the time I got home, it was already late at night. I had planned to light some candles by my parents’ urns.

I turned towards her and nodded. "Yes, please, make an order. Get Lilian chicken pot pie, that's her favorite,” I said and looked at her. Laughter broke through the hall as they stared at me in admiration. “She still remembers her favorite." "We hated the wrong person.” “I'm so happy she has been cleared." "She's so kind. If it were me, I would never forgive her for deserting me when I needed her the most.” "That's right. I've always known she was a good person."

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

Eight weeks had passed. The once-broken Alex Spencer now seemed calmer, quiet, as though he had accepted that Amara was gone. To Benita and Eva, this was proof that their persuasion had finally worked; he had found a reason to live, even if it was not the same life he once dreamed of. That night, Alex’s room was dimly lit, curtains drawn against the city lights. He and Eva were tangled in the sheets, their bodies moving against each other in desperate rhythm.

"Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me." Tears welled up. Had I really loved him this much? Was I really that broken? Maybe forgetting was a gift. I placed the journal into my suitcase. This part of my life was going with me, but it wouldn’t define me anymore. Then, my phone rang. "Zoe, don’t forget to attend Yvonne’s birthday party the day after tomorrow. Bring a gift," my mother's voice instructed. I started to protest, but she cut me off. "8 p.m. at the Grandview Hotel. Don’t be late."

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

Indeed, she'd lost a great deal, but she'd gained just as much. She'd found new friends, a new career, and a new life. Most importantly, she'd found herself again, a version of her that was independent of anyone else. That was enough. Eleanor lifted her head and looked at the sky over Lethor, faintly reddened by distant firelight, and smiled for the first time in a long while. Goodbye to the past. Hello to the future. … Five years later, in the World Assembly Palace, Genevara, the award hall was filled.

The one who only he knew about. Which couldn't be possible. It all was just too much. And I had actually forgotten how to breathe. The book fell from my hands the second time with a loud thud. That thud was enough to bring me back to my senses. What was I even doing? I wasn't supposed to feel good around him. I am supposed to escape from here one day. I am supposed to break his trust. No. I opened my eyes and backed away, pressing myself against the shelf. He pulled away too. With a small frown. Which just made me regret this all. Everything.

I ignore her and thankfully she obeyed. Good girl. You want a perfect revenge, and that's exactly what am going to help you get. (How did it go, thinking of adding another book to goodnovel any time soon. Maybe before this month is over I guess. Stay turned up people. Love yal. ADIOS.)