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“We'll all give up our places! Surely a life matters more than a rule!” The entire hall erupted. Everyone was pressuring me. I looked at Michelle kneeling on the floor. I looked at the families voluntarily giving up their slots. The lighter in my hand had grown so hot it nearly burned my palm. “A debt? When my grandfather died, every debt he owed the Hall family was already repaid.” I rose to my feet and walked over to the medicine cabinet. I grabbed a handful of dried sage and tossed it into a brass bowl. A cloud of pungent white smoke billowed upward, stinging everyone's eyes.

For several seconds, they simply stared at each other. Neither is willing to surrender. Neither was willing to look away. Then— Something changed. A strange smile slowly spread across Leaf's face. Not warm. Not gentle. Dangerous. Sahara's stomach dropped. A chill ran down her spine. The alcohol on his breath suddenly became impossible to ignore. Oh no. He'd been drinking. A lot. Before she could react, Leaf bent down. Hoisted her over his shoulder. As if she weighed nothing. "LEAF!" She screamed. The world tilted upside down. "Put me down!" she kicked.

The man smiled disdainfully and said, "Didn't you hear what he said? He didn't intend to reason with us. He just beat us with his fists. Do we have any other choice but to be beaten? Let's go. We lost." "But... is that all?" "That's right; you're too unwilling to accept it, aren't you? We don't even know who we've lost to." "I know." The man smiled and then gently raised his left hand. There was a small leaf on his left hand. This leaf was obviously in the woods. However, its shape had been deliberately changed. There was a strange sign on the small leaf. "What's this?" someone asked curiously. "It looks like a bamboo hat."

I closed my laptop without having written a single word of the assignment I'd supposedly come there to finish, and sat in the quiet of the library for a long time, the fluorescent lights humming overhead, students shuffling past with their own unrelated worries, and I thought about the last time I'd sat on information that mattered instead of acting on it, the conversation with Mia at the gym, the promise I'd made her, the silence I'd kept even as it cost something real between me and Eli that I still hadn't fully reckoned with. I didn't have proof of anything yet. I didn't even have a clear shape for what I suspected, just a loose collection of details that didn't quite line up, a feeling m

It was a tree that had grown so long and large that it was getting to the window of the room. The leaf became so beautiful in my eyes, inwardly I had already felt it and it was soft that one could mistake it for cotton. Just then, I knew that was the missing ingredient. I walked over and plucked it. I wasn't sure I used this the last time but I am now. When I was done plucking it, I dropped it in the mixture and smiled at Liam, “And that's all,” “Are you sure?” Liam asked with an unsure expression on his face. I knew it was because of the leaf that I had plucked but I replied to him,

Atlas asks, his voice low but steady as he steps closer, moving through my space like it's a natural path to take. He reaches up before I can answer, fingers brushing through my hair with the kind of ease that should feel familiar, but doesn’t. Not anymore. He plucks a small leaf from where it’s caught just above my ear, some stray remnant from the trees I must’ve passed too closely. I watch the leaf between his fingers. Brown-edged. Almost brittle. He rolls it once, then lets it fall. "She’s coming," I say, eyes still on the spot where the leaf touches the ground. "Mom is probably giving her all the blessings in the world, like she always did to me when I would leave for a job."

Why would they betray my love, just for Jane? I stood there silently for a long time. What did it matter now? I was dying anyway. Jane wanted my things? Fine. She could have them all. I didn't want everything I had anymore. I wiped away the tear that slipped down my cheek, then looked up at Leo. "Okay. Fine." Leo's face lit up with surprise and excitement. He quickly grabbed the papers from the table. "Great! This is the Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement. Once you sign, we'll formally reject our bond and be done with it."

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

The leaves releasing because that was what leaves did and there was no apology in it. Things becoming, briefly and beautifully, exactly what they were about to stop being. She stood under the oak tree on the first morning of October and watched a single leaf release from a high branch and fall — not straight down, but in the long spiral that leaves fell in when there was no wind, the careful unhurried traversal of the distance between the branch and the ground, as though the leaf understood it had one descent and intended to take its time with it. She watched it fall all the way.

She choked, unable to get the words out. "It's all in the past," I interrupted calmly. She lifted her head. In her bloodshot eyes, the faint glimmer of hope–the desperate longing for redemption–finally went out. "The story between you and me," I said, looking out the window, "ended last winter, along with the child who never had the chance to be born." I stood up, making it clear the visit was over. She did not move. After a long while, as if gathering the last of her strength, she slowly rose to her feet, her steps unsteady.