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“Your necklace. May I see it?” Seolurrie showed them her necklace which is hidden inside her clothes. She didn’t take it off. She felt that something bad will happen if she took it off. “Hmm. It looks like an ordinary necklace for me. Are you sure what you saw was real?” “I don’t have time to be delusional. I know that what happened was real. The truth, just like how true that I came out of a gate.” “Not everything that you said can be true. There are no evidence about everything else except the fact that you came out of a gate. And a few more days you will get your hunter license. You know what will happen, right?”

If…" She lifted her head to stare straight at the camera. "Jim, Sean, if one day, either of you happens to end up in a similar situation as me, I hope that you won't make the same mistake I did and choose to hide from the truth." Bonnie furrowed her brows at this and instinctively glanced in Jim's direction. At this moment, Jim was staring dazedly at the video projected on the wall. The light reflected on his handsome face, making his features appear even more striking.

I want someone to be true to her feelings for me. I remember my college crush… Hyacinth… For sure, she already fulfilled her dreams to become a famous model in Washington. She’s beautiful, of course, she can. I took a shower again and I lifted my chin and turned my attention when my phone suddenly rang. I saw Lucky calling. For some reason, I really don’t know why my heart started to beat faster. “Lucky?” I mention on the other line. “Where are you? I’m here outside your building! I want to see you,” my heart beat faster because of what she said.

*I forgot to mention this. But, the cover picture is not mine. The credit goes to the real owner. High in Pursuit: Another Story. Kang Jae Woon is the youngest prosecutor in his department. With his handsome appearance, outstanding achievements, and impressive family background, he is being admired and envied at the same time by many people. Everyone is looking at him like he is some famous idol or celebrity.

Only the truth will unravel the mind which has become a slave to the hidden things. Another sad thing is that the mind is unable to acknowledge the red lights that shine its path. It seeks what doesn’t seek it and even then, when it knows to turn back, it is fueled by rebellion to keep up till the truth unravels. But the truth is not always what is expected. The truth. Is that even a thing or just the phrase that keeps Sebastian late out this night, driving back home to his sleeping daughter and wife. He shuts his eyes and the only words that registers are;

"The piece is about the honesty of trying. The trying is the content. The failure to fully arrive is the conclusion. The piece will not pretend to have achieved what it cannot achieve. The piece will document the approach, the partial successes, the moments of near-arrival, the distance that remains at the end." "Honesty is an achievement," Ernest said. Don looked at him. "Yes," he said. "Honesty is the achievement. The piece that pretends to have the inside account is a lie. The piece that documents the attempt is true. The truth is in the documentation of the distance, not in the claim of its elimination."

"I don't know which of them made the call. Maybe all of them. Maybe none of them directly, people like that don't make those calls directly." "But you believe it." "I know it." His voice was quiet and certain. "I've spent ten years knowing it." She turned to face him fully. "Then why haven't you done anything? You have money, resources, lawyers” "Because I don't have proof." He looked at her. "I have suspicion and logic and ten years of watching the same people continue to move through the world untouched. That's not proof. And moving without proof, against the people involved, doesn't end with a conviction." He held her gaze. "It ends with another accident on another coastal road."

Because for the first time— The truth wasn’t just hidden. It was being hunted.

I am no longer going to keep asking people what happened. “No more choosing who to believe," I say to myself. "It’s time to find out the truth for myself." I tighten my grip on the pen. The promise feels frightening. Because for the first time, I realize I am no longer trying to prove Carlos innocent. I am no longer trying to prove Jayden guilty. I am chasing something much bigger than either of them. The truth. And whatever happens, I know one thing for certain. The missing week holds the answers everyone has been trying to hide. And I am done waiting for someone else to reveal them.