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looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

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“Would you like to share who you are grieving?” Elijah lowered his eyes to his hands. His knuckles were pale, but he had trimmed his nails neatly. There was no ring on his left hand anymore. “Elena,” he said. “My mate.” The word settled over the room without meaning for anyone except him. The woman in the floral dress shifted quietly. She would later introduce herself as Margaret, and grief drifted from her like soft perfume. “I am sorry for your loss,” Dr. Chen said gently. Elijah did not answer. He had heard that sentence so often it had lost all shape and weight. Nothing anyone said could reach the place where the wound existed.

"Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me." Tears welled up. Had I really loved him this much? Was I really that broken? Maybe forgetting was a gift. I placed the journal into my suitcase. This part of my life was going with me, but it wouldn’t define me anymore. Then, my phone rang. "Zoe, don’t forget to attend Yvonne’s birthday party the day after tomorrow. Bring a gift," my mother's voice instructed. I started to protest, but she cut me off. "8 p.m. at the Grandview Hotel. Don’t be late."

The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope. I should feel joy ,a sense of relief or something like resurrection. But instead my body lies heavy, like stone, as though grief refuses to give me back what it stole. For years, I walked around with an invisible coffin chained to my chest, mourning children I never held, never kissed, never even named properly in my heart. Yesterday’s meeting with Nancy cracked that coffin open. She looked me in the eyes, trembling, struggling, and in her silence, she confessed more than words ever could. My babies are alive and well .

I never thought that after I die, I would really turn into a spirit, just floating around without any weight or warmth. There I was, floating above it all, gazing down at the body on the bed that had turned stone cold. The cheeks hollow, the skin a sickly yellow – even I was scared by the sight. I wished I could have left the world a bit more gracefully. I tried to smile at the empty air, mocking myself, when suddenly the door swung open. Janet and Ellison walked in.

A whimper escaped his lips, and nodding his head frantically, he grabbed her hands which were opposite his and squeezed gently, basking in her affirmative positive words. His mother continued to rub at his shoulders, and as the train moved stealthily to Seattle, Christian closed his eyes slowly, as different feelings overwhelmed him. ……. DINAH’S POV “I can’t believe you’re just going to leave like this.” Tessa said shockingly, but Dinah wasn’t paying any heed as she continued to pack her things. There was so much excitement bubbling up from underneath her, and she couldn’t contain it at all. She was the long lost daughter of a billionaire, and this she had known through Mrs Patrick, the matr

he said. Roy walked up and stood between Pete and Melody as he focused on the old Indian who hadn’t moved from that spot since the nightmare began. “The old man told me that they’re reacting to the anger and violence that killed them. It’s a sort of residue emotion that’s clung to their spirits. The fire was supposed to purify them all, but that bitch put the flames out before it finished.” “Can’t he start another fire?” Melody asked. Roy shrugged. “He’s getting’ too tired. The man’s got to be a hundred if he’s a day. It’s a wonder he’s done as much as he has.”

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

She was merely a pale ghost, a body utterly hollowed out by sacrifice, with eyes whose spark had been entirely extinguished behind a permanent veil of grief. She ran her fingers over her severely thinned frame, a cold shiver racing through her bones. Had all these years of enduring Kai been nothing but a complete waste? Had she been slowly killing herself while under the illusion that she was building a home? His parting words—I am certain the days will bring you back to me—echoed in her mind like a merciless incantation. He hadn't threatened her; he hadn't forced her. Instead, he had planted a lethal seed of doubt deep within her soul, one that would eat away at whatever remaining certainty