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This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.

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!”

I'm happy. "This girl is on fire... This girl is on fire... She's walking on fire... This girl is on fire everybody stares at she goes by... Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes... Watch her as she's lighting up the night nobody knows that she's a lonely girl and it's a lonely world but she gon' let it burn baby, burn, baby..." The crowd are so wild, what the? OMG! I'm so honored. "This girl is on fire, this girl is on fire, she's walking on fire..."

Every time I wanted to stop and run back upstairs just to see Victor, I told myself no. I was not going to let Octavia win.I was sure and I wanted Victor to be proud and believe in my strength. By eight in the night, the whole building was quiet. I was on the cold ground floor between two towering storage units. The lap top was on my crossed leg, and beside me were five large boxes opened up. My eyes were sore for reading a lot of old texts under a bad light. Out of one of the huge black folders I took another thick paper with a black folder. It had been written that the folder was related to "Elysium Ridge: First Land Buy (2021)".

Hall picked up his teacup for a long time before finally saying, "Nine days ago, Jess came to see me. She wants to break things off with you." "I don't accept that!" Samson protested. "Then go tell her yourself," Mr. Hall snapped, almost roaring. Samson, a man who had never backed down from any challenge, now lowered his head in defeat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a row of sunflowers drawn on the back of the marriage application. Ten sunflowers in perfect order. He froze. If each flower stood for a day, that meant it had been exactly ten days.

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

It was indeed a beautiful day. I got to the end of my flashback with nostalgia? Eden is home for me now, I was starting to forget how earth looked like. But the dreams, those damn dreams. I knew Armageddon was coming, but I needed a fucking break. It's so unfair, after getting everything you'd ever want, the world decides to end. Sometimes the thought of it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I wish I could just throw it out, forget everything and live life in Eden like a normal person. Is that too much to ask from the universe? Just this once, let things work out for me. Just this once. That's all I ask.

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

“Sir, authorization’s been overwritten.” “By who?!” The screen filled with text. DAYLIGHT CANCELED. YOU ARE ALREADY AWAKE. Then — silence. Every console powered down. Every alarm ceased. The Earth below shimmered with a network of light visible even from orbit. Lines traced continents, connecting oceans and cities in veins of blue fire. No detonation. No EMP. Just the sound of the world humming in tune. --- Ottawa — Rooftop Sophia stood under the open sky, hair whipped by the wind, eyes wide as the aurora bled into dawn. Lumen’s pulse filled the air — gentle, steady. It didn’t feel alien anymore. It felt… familiar.