Novel & Cerita Jane Austins Last

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

She just lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. On the third day, she finally got up. She went to my room and pushed open the door. Everything looked exactly the same. The desk drawer was still open. Pieces of my sketchbook covered the floor. My bed was still unmade, the pillow dented where my head had been that morning. She crouched down and started picking up the pieces. One by one. She spread the torn pages across the desk and pieced them together like a puzzle.

“Not enough for you?” I shook my head and gave a faint smile. “No. You do not need to chase me away. In a few days, I will disappear from this world. Then you can introduce the finest heiresses to Mr. Cardea. I will not be an eyesore anymore.” Morgan stared at me. A strange emotion flickered in her usually cold eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, but footsteps sounded outside the door. Her expression changed. She tucked the check away and returned to her usual harsh tone.

"If ignorance is so safe, why can't you sleep at night? Why do you check your rearview mirror at every intersection? Why does the name Emeka Okonkwo still make your blood run cold?" She had no answer. She could only stare at him, her eyes burning, her throat tight with words she could not say. Dante pulled back. He reached into his jacket again—this time, for a second photograph. He placed it on the desk beside the first. Zara looked down. This photograph showed a woman—young, beautiful, radiant. She was wearing a white dress, her hair crowned with flowers, her smile wide and genuine. She was standing in a garden, surrounded by rose bushes and sunlight.

Chapter Six - Remy Jane disappeared out into the night, leaving an entire room full of people speechless. Mrs. Johns said something beneath her breath and chased after her. I wanted to follow her, but I knew Jane well enough to know she was already gone. Mrs. Johns walked back a few moments later shaking her head. "Y'all go ahead and finish eating. I guess the talk of Lucas was too much for her." I felt like a dickhead for touching her. Who was the selfish one now?

’ My feet carried me slowly, across the room, my fingertips brushing against the shelves before picking up a book. Persuasion by Jane Austen. Nostalgia hit me like a train. “It's still here…” I whispered, picking up another book. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I flipped through the pages, inhaling the faint smell of old papers. “It's all here, Andrew.” I croaked. “I know…” he whispered. “What do you two want?” A haggard voice asked, walking close to us. My eyes landed on a wrinkly figure, a cane to balance her as she walked closer.

'For Jane Today is the day we speak our love, So I will speak my love for you It is yours, if you should want, A love that is forever true It is yours if you should want A love that burns with an endless flame A love that will outlast the hills, And all of earthly glory and fame.' At the bottom, in tiny print, she signed her initials: L.A. Jane took a deep breath after she finished reading. It certainly didn't make her look forward to sitting next to its author in Pear-Teaching in another twenty minutes. She made an entry in Unfair Life.

I yelled out, more of a rebuke of his lasting presence in my head, than of the figure behind the door. Not long after his departing footsteps fell on the floor with a heavy thud, I heard an ecstatic voice downstairs. Since the maids were all gone. I could only make a guess…that blonde Lucifer. I searched for a book in one of my luggages that held the books that formed my mini library, and dug out Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.