Novel & Cerita Not Fade Away Book

"Fine, you make the call. I'm old now. It's time for me to retire and enjoy life." A short while after the operation, Chester died. Harold and Linda hastily organized his funeral. That day, as I lay on the hospital bed, Ruby asked me, "Are you going to his funeral? I heard after what happened at the wedding, the Caldwells suffered a great blow. There was a massive reshuffle in Caldwell Group, and the management now consists only of those Whitney trusts. "It's Chester's funeral today. I heard only a few attended… When one's no longer in power, people no longer care. It's quite a pitiful sight."

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

] In truth, I never thought so either. In my imagination, we should have spent a beautiful lifetime together. We had once loved each other so deeply. But life, more often than not, goes against one's wishes. I tore the letter apart and threw it into the trash. And then, at last, I felt completely calm. No resentment. No regret. Everything had truly ended here. After that, I never heard Cyrus' name again. Some said that he went bankrupt and killed himself. Some said he had committed a crime and fled the country.

I looked up after sending the message. The comments in the air were blurring, like static on a television with a bad signal. "What's happening? I can't see…" "The story fell apart, so we're being forcefully removed!" "No! I haven't finished reading yet—" The last comment disappeared before it finished scrolling across my vision. All the lights in the room were switched on. I had no choice but to squint against the blinding glare. The music on the huge screen stopped and returned to the karaoke's usual interface.

Those who truly wished to leave never made a scene. They simply pull on a coat one ordinary morning, push open the door, and never return, just like a fallen leaf carried away by the wind. No goodbyes. Not even a single farewell. That, too, would be a waste. Ian covered his face and broke into sobs. He should have seen this coming. He had the feeling all along. It had started when he saw Selena burning every last photo of them. That day, she had sat in the courtyard as usual, but her gaze was empty and devoid of light.

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It happened too quickly and she faded into the book. The book fell to the ground and vanished.

After that, I would stroll through Roselle Street, but I always felt lonely, like I was missing something. That was until I entered a bookshop and saw Jonathan reading in the corner. He was surrounded by tall piles of books. He set every book he finished reading on one side before moving on to another. He seemed content in his world of ink and paper and looked like nothing could intrude on his peace. I grew curious and asked the old man who ran the bookshop about him. The old man clicked his tongue and replied, "That young man has come here three days in a row. He sits here from morning until nightfall, and he even skips meals sometimes."

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

There was no pressure in his gaze, only boundless patience. He said gently, "I'll give you time to think. Don't worry. No matter what you decide, I'll be there with you." He looked at me with careful tenderness. "I'll wait for you. I'll wait for the day you're willing to let go of the past and walk into the future with me." Looking into Callum's gentle eyes, I slowly nodded. Perhaps, leaving was the best choice. Wesley and Rowena belonged in the past.