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he asked, a small, genuine smile touching his lips. "I think I’m done with cities for a while, Ruan," I said, climbing on behind him and locking my arms around his waist. "Let's just ride. Until the road ends." "The road never ends, Esmeray," he said, kicking the engine to life. As we surged forward, leaving the ruins of Arthur Vance’s empire behind us, I realized he was right. The road wasn't just a path between places; it was a way of life. It was the wind in my face, the heat of the man I loved against my chest, and the knowledge that I was finally free.

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

I said it so sure, “How do you do it? How do you spiritually talk to me?” He got shocked, lost. Everything I said was new to him, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I got so disappointed, I thought I had found the answers to my life. My brother then came and told me it was time to go home. Instead of going home, he drove to this wasteland in the middle of the night. Why are we going there, I wondered. “What are we doing here so late?” “The world and its people are cruel and life itself is so unfair. To make it in this world, you have to look out for your blood and nothing else. Don’t ever trust a stranger because you don’t know how dangerous or venomous one can be.”

“Buried deep inside you. But now they have been pulled out. And their weight is pressing on you. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually and even physically.” I swallowed, listening. “The road ahead will not be easy,” she said quietly. “Road?” I asked, my brows pulling together. “What road?” “The road to recovery,” she replied. “The only way for you to regain your strength is to face what has been awakened.” Her voice stayed soft, but her words settled heavy in my chest. “Your siblings’ deaths. The lives you have taken, even if you never meant to. Your relationships. Every moment that shaped you into who you are now.”

I could barely keep my eyes open, the car lights streaking into hazy streaks outside the window. He finally pulled the handkerchief away, folding it neatly and tossing it back into the glove box. His voice was low, almost gentle, as he glanced over at my helpless form. “Don’t trust anyone brother. Especially me.”

Beggar There is never a time to tell someone that their brother or sister aren't perfect, that their sins were unforgivable, but Zero is right, it is another day’s problem. We ride for a few hours, stopping at a gas station. Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we get an energy drink from the short stop.

Our story may have no clear beginning or end, but every moment I get to spend with was a blessing amidst the dusk and dawns, and I hold tight knowing Killian was, and will be by my side. Our lives won't end in this fleeting moment. This is where the adventure first begins, the opening chapter of a story still left untold. As the road stretches out before us into the dark unknown, I am reminded that the journey is more important than any destination. For now, all I need is the open road, the music drifting through the windows, and Killian hand in mine. The miles and the memories we make will follow us for years to come, replaying in our minds like an old favorite song in our deepest, darkest,

Coyote’s voice drifts on the morning wind, one last time: Y’all come back now, ya hear? We pile into the Chevy, windows down, music loud, hearts louder. The road home is long. But for the first time in forever, it feels like the story isn’t ending. It’s just beginning.

And after that… no one talked about him. It was as if he never existed. No stories. No memories. No casual mentions. Nothing. And now, suddenly, he was back. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice where I was going. Not until I crashed into something. Or rather… someone. The impact was solid. Strong. Unmoving. Before I could steady myself, I fell, scraping my palms against the ground. A sharp sting rushed through my hands. “Ouch…” I looked up.

Her parents died in an auto crash with two of his brothers. Her uncle was marking his 65tth birthday celebration. Her parents with her two brothers decided to go celebrate with their uncle but Herself and the last born of the family decided to ignore the celebration because their Uncle refused to send them a birthday gift the last time they celebrated their birthday. Her grandmother decided to stay with them ignoring the party. Her parents died when coming back from the celebration. An eyewitness said her parents car lost its brake then ran inside a trailer. She left for work immediately without taken her breakfast, she tried remembering how she landed in the guy's house but can't just trace