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Valerie shouted as they helped Enzo to stand up. I quickly took my bag and the diary of Aria that fell on the floor before I took Jax's hand and pulled him away from there, I can feel Jax's body trying to fight back from me and wanting to stay and start a fight but I scolded him to just listen and I'm thankful that he did listen. I just held his hand and pulled him until we reached the garden. I made him sit on the bench before I sat beside him. I put the diary inside the bag before I faced him.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

To wake Timmy up, I went home to take the toys that Linda had thought of as trash. To my surprise, as soon as I entered the apartment, I saw her acting sneakily. She was holding a stack of documents that caught my attention. I cleared my throat, startling her. She dropped the documents, and one of them with an official stamp stood out in particular. It turned out to be the termination paperwork from my previous company. There was another reason that I'd been let go.

The rooftop lights have dimmed without being asked. Somewhere in the walls a soft voice is humming the lullaby I sang to children who may only exist in code. I am not afraid. Somewhere north of nowhere, a valley is still green. Somewhere a man with storm-grey eyes still says yes a thousand times every morning. Pomegranate. See you in December. The diary ends. The last page is pressed with the empty rind, stained the exact colour of forgiveness. (End of interludes)

She cried out, "No way! How can you divorce Serena? There's no one in the world who treats you better than she does! You two need to withdraw the divorce papers right now!" Peyton was unmoved. "This is between adults. Why are you meddling, kid? This divorce is happening!" Leah cried desperately, "If you two divorce, how will you explain it to Mom?" He frowned and said coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Mom's already gone. How can I explain anything to her?" Leah immediately looked at me. I shook my head, signaling her not to say anything. However, she could not hold it in.

She sat on her couch. The envelope was on her coffee table. The USB drive was in her hand. She looked at her phone. No messages from Fenris. Twelve days. She did not know if he was ignoring her. She did not know if he was hurt. She did not know if he was dead. She did not know anything anymore. She plugged the USB drive into her laptop. Files appeared. Hundreds of them. Thousands of pages. She opened the first one. Numbers. Dates. Transactions. A list of payments made on the night of the fire.

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

My question exposed me, and he stared fixedly at my face. "What happened ten years from now? Did I do something unforgivable to you? Is that why you ran overseas?" I looked away from him and toward the distance. The autumn wind swept away golden leaves and carried my memories back to another fall. "In my last life, after you made that video, I performed badly on the entrance exams. During my repeat year, you confessed to me and said I was the person you had always cared about."

His finger caressed the leaf gently, and suddenly, a misty layer of moisture appeared in his eyes. Leaves, they're golden... He turned his face towards her, his voice trembling with pain and pleading, "Can you tell me more about how it looks outside? Can you tell me a little bit more? I want to know." 'Leaves are still green but quickly turn yellow because every autumn is like this.' She sighed, slowly writing on his hand, afraid that he couldn't sense it. Tom Hulce tightly held the dry leaf in his hand, carefully remembering what she had just written. His sight couldn't see, but his feelings became even more apparent.