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He tore the world apart looking for me. When three days of searching turned up nothing, Grayson went straight to Vidar, demanding to know where I was. But Vidar and I hadn't contacted each other ever since I'd been discharged from the hospital that day. He had no idea where I'd gone. He couldn't reach me through the mind-link, and my phone was turned off. Around that time, Grayson learned from Vidar that while my injuries weren't life-threatening, I'd lost the pup because of the incident.

"Listen carefully. I have my own life. I won't revolve it around you, nor will I ask for your compassion. "This isn't out of stubbornness or spite; I truly want to build my future with him." I had once bitterly wondered why Jade ended up taking my place, but I came to realize that true love never kept anyone waiting forever. An unresolved story spanning 20 years could only bring regret. Wesley had sacrificed 20 years of friendship for an assistant he'd known for just two months. So, what reason did I still have to hold on to the past?

CHAPTER 38 VANISHED LIKE THIN AIR A M E R I C A The person I love most in the entire world has left me. Vanished like thin air and gone before I knew it. I wonder if Harry left by choice and I wonder if I can ever tell myself that it’s his loss to make me feel a little bit better and to make me feel I’m the bigger person in this whole situation but it does absolutely nothing at all because the truth of the matter is that I have experienced a great loss.

Timing is everything I guess, I thought, chuckling to myself. Time. A great equalizer of life, death, and everything in between. Humans, creatures or eternals alike, we are all at its mercy, all fall to its way at one point or another. We live our lives thinking that we have time for everything, that it is an unlimited supply of never-ending sequences of motion, only to find, that in the end, we have run out of it, we have somehow lost track of it and, what is more, we are always left wanting. I have lived a very long life – time has been my friend and my enemy. I had seen civilizations being born and destroyed; I had seen the world change from the rubble of dust into incredible feats. I hav

That the thing he had spent thirteen years and an incalculable amount of money and one daughter’s childhood keeping buried was no longer buried. I picked up my book. My hands were completely steady. Outside the library window the city moved in its indifferent, continuous way. The surface had cracked. Now we waited for the pieces to fall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

Love exposed the places I was already wounded. The difference mattered. The network trembled softly. Humanity listening. The observers listening. The entire universe holding its breath. The Silence shifted again. More persuasive now. “You cannot protect what you love forever.” Pain hit my chest instantly. Because that was true too. One day Someone leaves. Someone dies. Time wins eventually. Every love story carries loss hidden somewhere inside it. The Silence moved deeper. “Would you not spare her suffering if you could?” I looked at Lila again.

Jordan's bright laughter that had carried us through dark times, his terrible jokes that made everyone groan but secretly smile, his gentle hands that had taken care of me while I was unconscious - all of it gone forever. "No, no, no," I whispered, grief tearing through my chest like physical claws. The pain was so intense I couldn't breathe properly, couldn't think past the crushing weight of loss. This was Jordan - sweet, loyal Jordan who'd been planning to give Rikka that rare medical book, who'd talked about their future together with such hope just moments ago.

She had only lost someone who was never truly hers. And that— That was freedom.

it was almost as flat as a rag and as helpless as she was. A tear escaped her eyes. She raised her shaking, pale hands. She barely had any lasting wounds, though every inch of her was on fire. Closing her eyes, listening to the slow beat of her heart, she flicked her thumb. There was a low pop, and Z was left alone in Time’s Dimension, the silence pounding in her ears, almost deafening her.