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I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.

Her hands shook as she tore it open. Inside: A burner phone. A USB drive. A folded note. Atlas read it aloud: “Everything Leon’s hiding is on this. But once you open it, there’s no going back.” Lily stared at the USB. “This could expose him.” “Or it could destroy us if it’s a trap,” Atlas warned. “You sure you want to plug that in?” “I don’t have a choice.” Lily inserted the USB. Inside were hundreds of encrypted files… and a single video file labeled: “Playback ProtocolOne.”

"I'm an intelligent entity bestowed especially for you and we're bound together throughout this mission. Before you di--, I mean, before your world successfully crumbled, the Order of the Cosmos detects your unusual presence and determination to change your ending and so, we asked you for your willingness to do anything to change your fate. We can help you redeem your world and bring back the time before it ends. Anything you want as long as you complete the tasks given to you. Your mission is to prevent the world you'll live from its tragic ending just like what happened to your world. Aside from that, you need to complete each task that the designated world has. These tasks were different

That was one thing about me and trust, it never happened to me entirely so I always felt the need to confirm so I didn't end up getting hurt. "I promise." I walked into Dean's room, which was our room now but I wasn't just used to calling it that. Dean looked at me and mouthed, "Finally." "Okay Dad," I said into the phone. "Good night." "Good night, Peanuts." Then, he hung up. "Well it's about darn time." Dean said. "How long does it take to get here?" I walked up to the bed and hopped on his body, "Shut up."

Just resignation. We stood there in the alley, the evening bleeding into darkness, while the future rearranged itself. My mind spun through the dominoes: two families, two armies, each with a hair-trigger, both convinced the other had fired the first shot. The outcome was so obvious it almost felt preordained. But then Alexander spoke again, the words so quiet I almost missed them: "We need to disappear for a few hours." I blinked. “Disappear?” “Yes.” “From both families?”

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

It was a smile he had never shown me. At that same moment, my communicator received an anonymous message. I opened it. It was a gestation report stamped with the red seal of the Healing Sanctum. The words were clear: "The pup is developing well. Four weeks. Name: Seraphine." My gaze dropped to the date. It had been issued a month ago.

I had stayed by his side for five years and given him everything I possibly could. Alas, the deeper the love once was, the sharper the hatred became. "Blake, I don't love you anymore. Not even a little." As if all the strength had been ripped out of his body, he staggered backward several steps. I turned and walked away. Behind me came the sound of a wine glass shattering against the floor, followed by his muffled sobs. But I never looked back. … A month later, Eugene and I finalized our divorce smoothly. To keep our families from suspecting anything, I planned to wait another two years before telling them the truth.

Winona went to the center table where she put down her bag. "Good noon Sir. I would like to report a thief here at," she pauses and looks at Genesis, "what's the address here?" Ohh my, I wanted to laugh and cry. These two are a really perfect match! I crossed my arms over my front watching them in their stupid move. When Winona finished the call, they glared at me as if they want to swallow me whole. We were busy eyeing each other that we didn't notice Provi coming in to the living room right behind me. Just I saw Gen's adams apple move as if he was finding it hard to swallow his saliva.

I can’t give up! “No! No! Please, Lane!” I begged. I gave him my last breath, and I’m starting to doze off. I can’t feel my body anymore, and I have failed. I slowly dropped on the ground, my eyelids getting heavy by every second. And before my body gave up, I heard a cough, a gasp for air, and I felt him finally move.