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Ever again. It's selfish of me, I know. They helped me, and I used their kindness to my own benefit, but everything changed too fast. We started at the very bottom of the rainbow, climbed to the top and let fate drag us down, where I met my own personal nightmare. Slowly, I push my legs over the edge of the bed, brace my hands on either side of my body and bring myself to a sitting position. Although this seemingly simple act exhausts me, I still keep fighting for freedom- starting by ripping all the pins out of my arms and pulling the vires and stickers off my chest.

The nurse reassured me, "Your vocal cords are severely damaged, so you can't speak for now. If you need anything, just write it down." She placed a pen and notebook by my side. My left hand was fully cast, completely immobile. Still, I could move my right hand. It was only then that I noticed something in the palm of my hand. My breathing quickened as my eyes locked onto the photo, hastily pieced together with tape. It was a picture of me and Clint! Before he went missing, he had wanted to break up with me. I refused. We had a huge fight, and in my anger, I tore up every photo we had together.

His eyes were set with a grim resolve as he stared at the river in the distance. "Sharon, I'll see you on the other side." A soft breeze swept through as a figure leaped off the bridge, disappearing into the water below without a sound. I decided it was best to forget about it. I'd already dealt with enough bad luck. It was time for us to move on for good.

I couldn’t see anyone. You’re reading into everything. Quit it, Maya reassured me. Finally, I let myself go and just enjoyed being free. Shutting everything out of my head but the music. I imagined letting all my negativity out, releasing all my fears and watching them float away as I just moved my body with the beat.

he continued, still teasing me. However, I turned solemn and told him, "Marley, I'm a divorced woman, and I've also had an abortion." I didn't look into his still-sparkling eyes because I felt some guilt eating into me. I didn't want to taint his pure, innocent soul with my tattered self. "We're not fit for each other." Marley didn't speak for a long time. I tried hiding my sigh of relief. As expected, it was easier to reject him if I was just honest and straightforward with him.

Freedom. At last, I could do what I want, say what I want, eat what I want, it will only take a step, a step that would make me leave my mate behind, I turn, taking a look at the palace, maybe one day I’ll return here, a stronger version of myself. Quickly running, with my satchel around my neck, I make a run for it across the land, I’ve never been so fast before, I guess freeing from my oppressors gives me the strength I need.

A noise of panic and fright tore from my lips as I turned to run towards the next riddle, Creed behind me—breathless, bewildered, yet so fucking near. I swallowed, taking a step forward before I could think twice. "It's being able to breathe without feeling you owe someone every breath. It's being yourself without… fear, freedom is like a water fall, and you won't ever experience it if you don't get rid of the things that hold you back." I say trying to fill in the silence The moment suspended—something genuine and stripped bare between us. I tried my best to not look in his direction, but I couldn't fight it I turned

Punishment for letting myself go, punishment for the shitty agency I had signed a ten‑year contract with, and punishment for the useless agent I had chosen. I needed to punish myself because only then would I be stronger, and only then could I win. I had long given up on the idea of standing up for myself. Last time I talked back and tried to be the hero, I got reminded of why it only worked in movies. In real life, heroes don’t win — they adapt to a world ruled by villains and tycoons, and they learn to bow their heads in submission.

“I’m here. Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly…” The familiar voice, along with the touch of someone’s hand holding hers, slipping their fingers one by one between Sandra’s fingers, spreading warmth there. The silence that had trapped her slowly crumbled, like piles of rocks. When she finally broke free from her mental trap, an unexpected figure smiled gently at her, like an angel’s smile. That smile was contagious, causing her to smile unconsciously. “Do you feel calmer now?” ***

The two of them smiled at each other, intimacy written in every gesture. Russ felt as if struck by lightning. He watched them in stunned silence. It was too late. He left behind a pouch full of silver and the matching pendants she had once chosen, then returned to the capital in a daze. Later, the Bree family faced exile or imprisonment, orchestrated entirely by Russ himself. But all of that no longer concerned Kathy. (The End)