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I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

Three, two, one…… Darkness swallowed the room. Screams pierced the air, panic spreading like wildfire. I ripped off the vent cover and slid down silently. The moment my feet touched down, I was already at the display. Three seconds. That was all it took to disable the security, the diamond's cold sensation settling in my palm. Suddenly, an ear-splitting alarm shattered the silence. I cursed those weight sensors. Backup lights snapped on, bathing the venue in a stark, unforgiving glow.

Like I was watching someone else move. Then I waited. Two minutes. The longest two minutes of my life. My mind raced through futures I did not want. Chris smiling with quiet satisfaction. Legal ties. Custody agreements. Sebastian stepping back permanently out of respect. My autonomy dissolving under obligation. The timer on my phone beeped softly. I looked down. One line. Negative. The breath that left my lungs was almost violent. Relief flooded me so intensely I had to grip the counter to steady myself. Not trapped.

LIAM The Rogue thrashes, curled fingers raking Kalen’s back like claws, but Kalen just holds on tighter, rocking it like a terrified child. I realize, in that moment, that this isn’t violence. It’s mercy. It’s goodbye. The Rogue sags in his arms, jaws working air, claws spasming at nothing. The two of them rock, and for a moment, it’s almost peaceful. Then Kalen wrenches his arms, hard and sudden, and there’s an ugly wet sound that echoes off the cave walls, and the body goes limp.

My pupils constricted, and I screamed, "Don't look at it!" I tried to snatch it away, but my fingers passed right through the pages. Left with no choice, I watched helplessly as Jonathan picked up the diary and opened it.

Sophie gave me a smile but didn’t ask questions. Few of my colleagues texted, asking if I’m okay? I ignored their messages cause none of it mattered anymore. That night, I was alone in my small apartment as usual, I placed the stolen book on my bed and opened it under the soft glow of a lamp. It’s time to rewrite my ending. The pages shimmered. Lucian appeared before me, completely free of the library’s time limits. “Did you…steal me?!” he said, he was shock. He stepped closer, touching my face as if he still couldn’t believe it. “What have you done, my love?”

" Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. I won the gold medal. Standing on the award podium beneath the bright lights, I felt a familiar sting behind my eyes. I thought about Grandma Anne and the emerald pendant that had once belonged to her. I thought about the night I had knelt on the marble floor, gathering the broken pieces while everyone watched. I had been so sure then that I was broken too, and that nothing could ever be whole again. But now, I knew better. Even shattered things could be rebuilt, and sometimes, the rebuilding made them even more stunning than they had been before. After the awards ceremony, a bouquet of white roses arrived with a card that read, "Congratulatio

My smile vanished as my heart sank. My journal was gone, completely gone, there was nothing there and no signs of forced entry, my door was still locked, the windows were closed. Nothing else had been touched, nor taken, only the journal; the only thing that mattered. My pulse started racing because the stealing wasn’t random, it was stolen specifically. Whoever came in here knew exactly what they were looking for. I stood up from the bed realizing, somebody had been watching us the entire time.

​The Theft ​"They stole your grandmother's original shipping journals." ​A heavy silence settled over the balcony. Dizer stared at Benjamin in disbelief. "Are you certain?" ​Benjamin nodded grimly. "I checked the security system myself. The office wasn't disturbed, and the safe wasn't forced open. Only the journals disappeared." ​Adrian's expression darkened instantly. "Whoever broke in knew exactly what they wanted." ​Vivian folded her arms, her eyes sharp. "This wasn't a robbery. It was preparation."

I tossed my keys onto the marble table with a sharp clink, the sound echoing through the cavernous space. The place felt hollow, a beautiful prison of my own making. I stalked toward the living room, shrugging off my jacket before sinking onto the leather couch. My fingers twitched with an old, restless need—a habit I had never shaken. I pulled out my phone. And there she was. Four pictures. That was all I had. Four stolen moments, frozen in time. Iris, with her wide, spellbound eyes, staring at something just out of frame. Iris, scowling at her reflection. Iris, caught mid-laugh, golden flecks in her brown eyes catching the light.