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I laughed until my ribs hurt, until the tears started again, and Angelina only watched me and waited, as she always did. "Understand?" I gasped. "Angelina. I have nothing left to understand." I pushed myself up off the floor, one hand gripping the edge of the sink. My legs shook. I didn't let them stop me. I stood in front of the mirror and looked the woman in the eye. "This face is already gone," I said quietly. "This life is already gone. Everything I had to cling to is under a headstone. What else is there to give up?"

"You called her on the phone?!" "I was drunk, so yeah. I heard two voices: hers and a child's. The child called her Mom" Isak spoke, his voice tinged with helplessness and hurt. Isak knew his Boss was going to fall ill again, even though he was trying to act like everything was fine. "Do you… think…"

I still couldn’t believe they were really gone. “Mom, Dad,” I whispered softly as if they would still answer me. No matter what I did, they were truly gone. They would never wake up again, they would never stand up, and I would never be with them again. They had completely left me behind. Even if my eyes turned white from staring at them for too long, they still wouldn’t come back. I thought I had already run out of tears, but my vision slowly blurred again while I bit my lip hard to stop myself from completely breaking down in front of everyone.

“I’ve backed enough founders to know when someone is rebuilding themselves along with the company. You’re doing both. His words stayed with me as I returned to my small apartment that evening. The space still felt new, but it was starting to feel like home. Adrian still had no idea where I was. I had made sure of that. No messages. No location sharing. For the first time in five years, I was truly on my own. But as I sat on the couch eating a simple dinner, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. Unknown: Running away doesn’t change anything. You can’t hide forever. I stared at the screen, heart racing. Sophia. The fight wasn’t over.

" He walked ahead as if he had won a battle. Hannah followed behind him, and even her back seemed to glow with worship. Now, Marcus stood over me again. Somewhere along the way, he had stopped judging things by right and wrong. With me, everything had become a contest. He was no longer the man who once said to me in a tiny rented apartment, "You're the only person I'll ever be willing to lose to." I glanced at my phone. My flight confirmation was still open on the screen. I was going home soon. I no longer had the energy to argue. "You're right. I was being dramatic." "It won't happen again."

My brother Weston Adler and I died in the same car crash. As we lay dying, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly spoke to us. "Win over your family, and you'll be brought back to life." From that day on, Weston became the sole receiver of my family's love. When he casually remarked that the master bedroom had better natural light, our mother, Maya Croft, immediately moved into the second bedroom. When he said he wanted to be an only child, our father, Lennox Adler, had someone remove my name from the family's official records. When he stated that he envied my five-year relationship with my girlfriend, Willow Wade, my family took turns pressuring me to hand her over to him. I clenched my fi

gone. "I need you. I can't do this without you. None of us can. Please my love..." Red droplets fell from my eyes onto her skin. A stark contrast flourishing. There was no more life running through those cheeks. No more colour besides the drop I had left. She was gone and I could do nothing to change that. There was no getting her back.

Gone from the face of this world. But how could I easily come to terms with me. Few hours ago, I'd left the mansion in high spirits, since I'd be done with drafting the last manuscript for my coding program. Few hours ago everything had been well. Few hours ago, I didn't have the slightest idea that my parents and only sibling were going to die. And they hadn't, either. I stood up with the calmness of a martyr, and made the sign of the cross. “Rest on.” I muttered softly, and walked towards the door.

"Before the reporters see you." "Let them," I hiss, though I don’t stop his attempt at leading me to the waiting car. "Let the world see my pain. I don’t give a damn, not when she’s gone." Gone… The word was so fucking final, and it left me feeling like I was suffocating. How could I continue to live in a world where she didn’t exist? "Now isn’t the time, not when there are other issues to deal with." "Deal with?" I repeat, eyeing him in the rearview as he revs the car to life. "What the fuck else is there?"

Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving Alfred behind in a whirlwind of confusion and regret. As I made my way through the crowded room, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before me, blocking my path.