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She slipped her arm through mine, looked straight at Regina, and said calmly, “So, this is your ex?” Worried she might get jealous again, I quickly explained. “We dated when we were young. Just for a month. I haven’t seen her in ten years.” The quick attempt to draw a clear line made Regina’s face pale. After a pause, I added, “And I never said I’d only love her in this lifetime.” Regina froze. She understood what I meant. That promise was from the man I was in my previous life. We had both chosen different paths now. That vow didn’t count anymore.

Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music. My finger slammed down on the pause button before I rushed toward the nearest toilet, where I began retching nonstop. How utterly ridiculous. The young man she fell in love with was actually the me from ten years ago. … By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I drove my car in a daze, and just as I turned the corner, an out-of-control truck suddenly came barreling toward me. Despite immediately jerking the steering wheel to the side, I still failed to dodge the collision.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

I had promised her I would take her on a trip. Now, my mother was gone, and I had yet to fulfill that promise. I decided I would take her portrait and visit the world for both of us. My first stop would be Euchoth. My mother had once told me that the reason she fell in love with my father was because of the stories he'd shared about that place. As I was researching for the trip, Laurel's Twitter had another update. I clicked on it without thinking, but I instantly regretted it when I saw the photos.

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

Corvina's unwavering support lifted my gaze, and I met her eyes once more. “Nesta,” She called my name softly, her tone filled with compassion. "You can lie to yourself all you want, you can push him away, hurt him, bled him. You will absolutely make him chase you and make him beg you on his knees. But if he ends up at your door for another chance to breathe, don't turn him away." Her words struck me deeply, the weight of her friendship and concern seeping into my soul.

Forever. Fuck my life...

demon:- can I see my mother one last time can I, I miss her so much please let me see her once, you can take my life but let me see her once. "she is gone now, and one day you will be too, I want you to leave your life, leaving behind everything that holds you back, you deserve this life so live it, I can not let you see her, she has taken birth and she is starting her new life, now it's your time to start your life from zero, for sake of you and her past, live your life, when she was with me, she said, she want you to be happy, so if you want to be happy kill him and move on, you can do it"

[Don't get out from your doorstep] Tanha raho ya bheer mein [It doesn't matter if you're alone or in a huge crowd] Hoti nehi kaam yeh tanhaayeen [The loneliness won't fade a bit] Yeh ishq mein seelan bhari... [This love is filled with so many holes (wounds)] Aati kaha se hein gehraayi... [How does the density come in love?] Kaise rahega tanha akela... [How will you live lonely?] Ae dil tu maasum he.... [Oh my heart you're very innocent/naive] Aate hein kaise aankhon mein aansoo [How do eyes get tears (of sorrow)]