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Levi reluctantly let go of my hand, opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could speak, I hurried away. Like avoiding a plague, I was avoiding him. What I didn't see was Levi watching my retreating figure, his chest heaving noticeably. His restrained emotions were slowly crumbling, and this time, he would never let me go of his hand. But I was far from as calm as I appeared on the surface. I was letting go of my past with Levi, but the thought of the pain he had caused me still made me resentful.

It is a collection of black Japanese characters. Even though I don’t understand the language, I immediately decipher what the words mean: Never Quit. An overwhelming wave of memory crashes over me. Twelve years ago, a boy with soft eyes and a fractured soul used to write those exact words into the edges of my notebook whenever the weight I felt the weight world became too heavy to bear. I let go of his shirt and step back quickly. With one hand, he grabs the garment and tosses it to a far corner of the room. With the other, he latches his hand around my neck and pulls me within an inch of him. “You never back away from me without permission.”

I'm excited that he is also the last of everything. I had to forgive and let go in order to get my happy ending. I close my eyes and let sleep take over.

“Mom, my patience has its limits. You’ve been needing blood over the years because of your illness, and for you to receive blood donation, I’ve been very patient with Cindy. I even put up with you when you tricked me. Of course, you don’t see all of that because all you care about is yourself and Dad. Your life is yours. If you don’t treasure it, there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t possibly force you to live.” He withdrew his arm. “You need to let go. Even if Dad goes to jail, you can get someone to look after you. If you can’t let go, there’s nothing I can do.” With that, he turned around and got into the car.

Halfway through our reunion with some friends, my fiancée went missing. I was about to look for her when comments started popping right in front of me. "What's the second lead doing, coming to his car? The male and female lead are still going at it!" "I love seeing how his new car has become the stage for the lead characters' first time!" "That's what he gets for taking the male lead's spot for too long!" Our mutuals stopped us. "Helga's gone to get you a present. You should go back and wait." "Friends for life. They're covering up for the male and female leads," read one comment. "The beautiful female lead belongs to no one but the male lead! If I were there, I’d lie to that jerk too!

Instead, all Lauren received was my farewell letter. It was brief but cold. "Dear Lauren, you tricked me once, so I'm returning the favor. Goodbye forever. Don't look for me or think of me. "Sincerely, Cameron." When she read it, her anger and heartbreak overwhelmed her. She coughed up blood and collapsed on the spot. At that moment, she finally understood what it meant to be given hope, only to be left in despair. … As for me, I erased every trace of myself from San Havilon and removed all contacts. Once on the plane, a sense of finality washed over me. "Goodbye, Lauren."

Because maybe, just maybe, this was the moment things will finally change. The past can’t be undone. The pain can’t be erased. But It was time to let go. And as I held Kelly, her sobs echoing through the empty room, I knew she was finally starting to let go, too.

Third Person Point of View Daniel left the conference room at his company's Graychester office and loosened his tie. After three straight days of talks, it was finally over. The rival's influence had been cleared out for good. He powered on his phone. It had been off for all three days. A flood of messages rolled in—99 from Serena, one from Freya. Daniel opened Freya's chat without thinking. "I wired 93 million dollars to you for medical bills, staying at your place, and other expenses."

I never expected to see Sean again, and certainly not at my personal fashion exhibition. He had lost a lot of weight, and his presence was worn down. When our eyes met, there was a strange look on his face, something between a laugh and a sob. It was almost absurd. By then, though, my heart had fully healed. I could once again stand beneath the spotlight and speak to the audience, with poise and confidence that had always been mine. I had already climbed out of the lowest point of my life. So, I named this exhibition “Rebirth”, a celebration not just of my work, but of my own revival.

Shawn was about to mock me, but after he went through the NDA, and his face fell. His hands were trembling when his gaze reached the end of the NDA. He looked at me, his eyes red. "You're doing this for real?"