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"What matters is how we move on." "I moved on." "By shopping, getting a job, going to parties and having fun with friends doesn't mean moving on. Moving on happens from inside when you know it doesn't trouble you anymore." Then I guess I would never move on and forgive myself. I leaned my head forward, with a wicked smile going on my face. "What are you guilty of Doctor? You're speaking from experience." She gave me a look and wrote something on the notepad again, increasing my annoyance. "Why are you writing my life like it's a script of a movie?"

“We’ll make sure tonight is all about you. No thoughts of Jade, no tears. Just fun.” I think for a moment and agree. “Okay. Let’s do it.” I really need it. I can’t keep crying all the time over those assholes. No matter how impossible it seems, I have to move on. I won’t let them ruin my life. ***

The pain lingered for an entire day, only subsiding late at night when the effects of the drug finally wore off. Her body was drenched in cold sweat, and her face was pale, completely drained of color. It was then that Zoe called. Summoning all her strength, Mia answered the phone. “Hello—” “Sweetheart, it’s me,” Zoe said, her warm, gentle voice bringing a faint comfort. “I’ve taken care of all the paperwork for your move abroad. When are you planning to leave? I’ll book your flight.” Mia lay on the floor, her eyelashes trembling. She wanted to say she would leave at sunrise. She couldn’t stand another minute here.

Maybe, just maybe, something good will finally come from all the bad. Now, I have to move on to the next part of my plan.

I met his eyes, no longer the woman who had begged for his love, no longer the one who had been blinded by our past. I was different now. Stronger, more resolute. "We move on," I said simply, leaning forward. "You do your thing, I do mine. We don’t need each other to survive anymore. And that's okay. It's time to let it all go."

My curiosity was piqued. Beta Matthew sighed. “You don’t have to worry about that or anything else. Just focus on the new life ahead of you, okay?” “Okay,” I responded, having complete trust in him. “Very good. I must go now, but I will call you later.” “All right, bye.” “Take care.” He ended the call while I sucked in a deep breath. Beta Matthew was right; it’s time for me to leave all my worries behind and move on to a better life.

I do not doubt that he will linger in my mind too. But…I am ready to move on. There is no place for him in my life.

Done making Maya part of my redemption narrative. She was happy. She had moved on. And I needed to do the same. The question was whether I could.

The speech I overheard when I wanted to go back to the room replayed in my mind like a curse: "I’m done being the sad little girl. I’m done being the child. I’m done allowing myself to be hurt. I’m done crying and feeling sorry for myself. This is the time to move on." Those words sliced deeper than any blade. Move on? From me? I turned a little whiskey from the bottle and the whiskey burned down my throat, but it didn’t quench the fire inside me. Nothing could. My fists clenched so tight my knuckles went pale, my jaw aching from grinding down every ounce of restraint I had left.

” Maybe he’ll make you forget all about Victor and Daniel. I sighed, but deep down, I knew she had a point. Maybe moving on was exactly what I needed. Judith clinked her glass against mine. "To moving on." Lucy joined in. "To new beginnings." I smiled and took a sip. Maybe—just maybe—it was time to let go.