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It had been long since I meditated and at this moment, it felt as if I had been very thirsty and I was getting the very much needed glass of cool water. I take in greedily as much energy and air as I can from nature and you have seen a more generous thing than nature. It gives and gives without ever asking anything in return. I continued meditating and after several well needed minutes, I couldn't tell how long it had been, I heard footsteps from far and I let myself breathe in and out and smiled.

Her quill hovered above the page, ink shimmering in the candlelight. She wrote slowly, deliberately: “Peace is not the end of the story. It is only the silence before the next storm.” Matteo entered quietly behind her, draping his coat over her shoulders. “You’re still awake.” “I can’t sleep,” she admitted. “Every time I close my eyes, I hear the sea.” “The sea has always spoken to us,” Matteo said gently. “It’s how the blood remembers.” She turned to him. “Then maybe we were never meant to forget.”

That’s remembering softness. He checked out the message and discovered himself gazing at it a lot longer than he believed he would. The rest of the day went by slowly. He did some little tasks, cooked simple meals, and stretched out in the living room. But in the quiet times in between, his phone would buzz, bringing his attention back each time. Are you resting or pacing? You better not be pushing furniture. Book quote of the day: ‘Sometimes coming home is the bravest thing you do.’ Short texts. Thoughtful ones.

“Everything’s fine.” But the ghost of Salvatore’s stare wouldn’t leave me alone. ********* Salvatore's POV The pool was silent except for the faint ripple of water gliding against my skin. I sank deeper, letting the cold water seep into my muscles. Meditation wasn’t really my thing, but lately, I found myself here more than anywhere else…floating under the open sky, the burn of whiskey waiting for me at the edge, and thoughts I couldn’t kill no matter how many times I drowned them.

Not that Sol had improved in his recovery yet. A few more blessings, and she lit some vile-smelling incense so strong that I coughed. This time, Cal almost broke. I felt like a naughty school child, giving him the “be serious, please!” look. His shoulders twitched, his brown curls juddering slightly as I cleared my throat extravagantly. I don’t know if Vera saw us, but the tone of the meditation changed. “Now, I want you all to imagine our loved ones. Perhaps a mate. That person you have the one special bond with. Now, in your mind, place yourself in a room with them alone. Somewhere special…”

Do not let your sentences betray you. The mind, when idle, finds images: Mama’s hands gently turning the spines of aging books; the scent of glue and vellum in the study where she worked into evenings; the way dust motes made halos in summer light. Hold onto those, I told myself. They are anchors. My hands moved without permission, fingers curling around the cotton sheet until the fibers indented my skin. I tried to bargain with the dark in the only way I knew: by invoking the things that mattered most.

Their conversations fueled their determination, reminding them of the profound impact their work had on individuals and communities. One evening, as they sat under a starry sky, Nathan turned to Miranda with a smile. "Miranda, the stories we've encountered in Chapter 88 have been nothing short of remarkable. They have opened our eyes to the immense strength and resilience that lies within each person. It's humbling to be a witness to these stories, and it's an honor to play a part in amplifying their voices."

I bid them farewell, watching them leave with a heavy heart. “I feel bad,” I whispered to Bell, who nodded in agreement. Returning to my room, I changed into my vest and spandex, tying my hair into a ponytail. I sat on the floor, closing my eyes and beginning my meditation. I needed to find some semblance of peace amid the tumult of emotions that had overwhelmed me today. Meditation was my sanctuary, a place where I could seek solace and calm my restless mind.

Noah uttered making it look like it was an achievement. "Are you serious?" I probably thought he was playing with his words. "I'm very serious, it's quite one of the fun events I had when I was young" Noah uttered. "It's time to meditate" Noah announced. "What do you mean?" I was getting confused at his words. "Free your mind, and let the tea do it's job" my eyes became heavy as I leaned into the chair and stared into the ceiling as everywhere became blur, it felt like I could connect with the whole world, sitting on my chair.

Yet as I stood there, given my state of mind, I could not think of anything else but just the though of flying. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze and the warmth of the sun beneath my face. It was relaxing. I wanted to feel that peace forever. I didn't know how long I was standing still. I just wanted to feel the most alive for the last time, savor every bits of earth until I finally say goodbye. There was my favorite quote from Girl Interrupted, it says, "When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But, seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous."