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Just to get a reaction from me. If I looked through my cellphone, I'd see the last message he left me, like many others I never acknowledged. The last "Perdonami, frantello. Mi scusi" came in on the morning of his wedding, one I had deliberately missed. It was the last. It would forever be his last because his remains are being transported back home for the funeral tomorrow. The sadness comes with such force, breathing becomes difficult. I rarely ever felt, but when I did, it was vicious intensity. My skin burns despite the freezing cold bath. I place a palm over my lips and bite down, hard and harder, until I taste blood.

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

Williams Subject: You don't play fair. Dear Kara, I'm leaving for the world tour today. For the past few days, I've been going around town, saying goodbye to all my family and friends. But there's still one person that I haven't said goodbye to. So I'm sitting at the terminal gate now, waiting to board the plane, and I'm just writing to let you know that this will be my last email to you. You never gave me a chance for some closure. I thought at least I deserved that. So since you're not willing to do it for me, I'm doing it for myself. So here it goes.

"I was wrong. For the sake of our twelve years together, give me one last chance, please?" "I really can't live without you. I truly want to make things right with you." "Chloe is about to go abroad. If nothing changes, she won't come back." "To come find you, I've already severed ties with my parents." I suddenly remembered that yesterday, my Instagram received a private message. Just three simple words: You won. It must have been from Chloe. "Do you want to know why I'll never forgive you?" "Come with me." I took him to the lake house where I often stayed.

Alessia, her heart heavy with regret, was sobbing uncontrollably. The letter, its paper yellowing with age, bore words that cut her soul. ‘My dearest Alessia, by the time you read this, I may have already departed this world. I have many regrets in life, the biggest one is not being able to hold you one last time. I don’t know why you left Veridian, but I know you well enough to sense that you must have encountered trouble, too big for you to handle alone.

She wondered why she hadn’t received any letters from him recently, and now, reading this one, she couldn’t help but feel like there was a deeper story behind it all. “Cara, this will be my last letter as Mr. Smith. From now on, I’ll be showing you my real self, but unfortunately, you will never see my face. However, if you go back and reread my letters, you might uncover clues that reveal my true identity. Forget Mr. Smith, and don’t look back. Goodbye, my lovely Cara. See you in the real world.”

Her delicate, lively voice always sang to me in the loveliest hum while she caressed me with her warm kisses ; "You will always be my best decision, Krystal!" She was a single mother working as a waitress in a fancy five-star restaurants. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but I feel her death is somehow connected to it. The gray faces at her burial stare back at me, their mouths move in sympathy; "poor child…!" You see how cruel time is, one's memory of one's loved one is buried and lost in the voids of time. "Who's going to take care of her? She has no one!" Some other voices respond. A bunch of blurry faces stare back at me. My eyes are red and flooded with sorrow and tears.

The flap gave way with a soft tear that echoed louder than it should have. Inside was a letter. Several pages, written in her looping, careful handwriting. My chest constricted. I began to read. My dearest Camilla, If these words are in your hands, then my time in this world has ended. Oh, how I wish I could still be there to wipe your tears. But I know you, my darling girl. Even in your sorrow, you are already trying to be strong.

The paper is no bigger than the photo but the words on it are packed and written in fancy cursive, making it hard to read. It's Carlos who takes it and reads out loud, swallowing nervously. "Dear father... I write this letter to you as a last olive branch. I know you don't want to hear from me anymore, and soon you won't. I can feel my end and it's fast approaching. By the end of next year, I will be dead." "She predicted her death," Aristea whispers.

You will be a memory buried deep in my heart. Trusting me with all the things you suffered for, with your empire, I promise to raise it higher than everybody could ever imagine. Bye Palermo. Bye Sicily. Bye Italy and goodbye to you Max. I turned and got into the private plane. As it swore higher into the sky, I looked down the window to take a view of the country one last time.