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Just fight on. ~The end~

But he knew the threat was still there, lurking beneath the surface. "We fight it with what it can’t replicate," Bima said, his gaze hardening with a renewed, albeit grim, resolve. "With real flavor. With real connection. We find another path. We find another ingredient. And this time…" He paused, his eyes meeting Riska's, then Kevin's. A silent promise passed between them, forged in shared loss and a burning desire for justice. "...this time, we won't let it win." He knew it wouldn't be easy. They had lost Lia. They had lost their best lead. But they hadn't lost their will to fight. They hadn't lost the memory of her sacrifice, or the taste of defiance that the galangal had awakened.

I would begin understanding what Kieran wanted me to find. And I would start learning to move like a ghost through the very place that wanted me dead. Because surviving wasn’t enough anymore. It was time to fight.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Wait. And survive. 🩸

May you win first before life subsides. Learn to fight death. Death you fight at least once or twice before you are declared as dead. At least like those who, though terminally ill, could still construct a road to life. You survive. You survive at least much more than the limits set for you by the current time. Hey honey, you survive in odds. You still be alive. Amen. Fight out. Hey fight out for kids play.

And this time— I wouldn’t be fighting to survive. I’d be fighting to change the rules.

Immediately after, Ruth said, “We’ve found Luther safe and sound, so we won’t punish you for forcing him to attempt suicide. “He’s lost his memories and can’t recall anything from the past two years. He’s still on the road to recovery, so he can’t take any triggers. If you continue attempting to harm him, we’ll cut ties with you!” I had been temporarily blinded by the bright sunlight, but I recovered my sight just in time to see Ruth’s disdainful expression. However, I could not understand her words. After two years of mental torture, I processed information a lot slower. My ears were constantly ringing as well. Regardless, none of that mattered. I understood that Luther had returned, and th

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

Great strength surges through my veins and I grab another one and another one until the floor is a blood mess of ruined flesh. "You think you are so tough, right?" Kelly stops filming and angrily gets up. I think she realized her plan won't happen the way she thought. "I am going to kill you" Kelly screams and instantly starts chanting. Her hands are raised towards me, and her cold eyes are deep pits of black. My strength starts to waver but I fight it. The headache becomes unbearable, but I try as hard as I can to remain on my feet. I don't have a backup and if I don't fight her, she will leave me dead here.

I would survive it. Because survival was the first step toward strength. --- *******