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He thought: the bench has been waiting since Ellie drew it. He thought about all the honest elements waiting — the corner step and the kitchen hatch and the corridor sill in the school and all the honest elements in all the honest rooms still waiting for the attending bodies that would confirm them. He thought about the waiting as the preparation — the room waiting for the person the way December waited for the light. He thought: the honest element waits without impatience. He thought: waiting is part of the preparation. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Three

Twelve hours. That’s what the countdown clock says. Twelve hours until Aria arrives. Twelve hours until Evelyn’s ghosts try to kill us. I’m sitting in the penthouse study, surrounded by screens. But I’m not looking at security feeds. I’m looking at a blank page. "It needs a title," my publisher said yesterday over a secure line. She’s fast-tracked the book. The world wants to know the story of the woman who broke the internet and then married it.

ELVIS POV My eyes widened. Blood rushed in my ears. “Is that fucking real?” “Bad words, kiddo,” he chortled, clearly relishing how it got under my skin. I rolled my eyes and caught a smile—or not? I snatched the book, flipping through pages, confirming the impossible. Bee Brown’s updates had been agonizingly slow. Series one had taken forever to conclude, and I knew the wait for the sequel would feel endless. Yet here it was.

The book is yet to happen, I am yet to arrive, wrongs are yet to set themselves right, wounds are yet to be healed. A lot can happen over coffee– the punch-line in the Café Coffee Day counter in the airport was treachery at its best! Nothing had actually happened! After two cappuccinos, the punch-line surfaced as a smirk – “Go, see, feel and touch your genitals while you pee. Nothing else’s really going to happen! It’s your Waiting for Godot moment. So wait.”

"I spent months believing fate was the greatest gift I'd ever receive." Silence. The wind stirred around us. The moon shone above. "I was wrong." Something vulnerable appeared in his silver eyes. Something hopeful. Terrified. Beautiful. My heart clenched. "I thought fate meant finding the right person." My voice trembled. "But fate never remembered my favorite tea." Silas froze. "It never saved every letter I wrote." His expression softened. "It never left my room untouched." Emotion flashed across his face. Raw. Honest. "It never drove through a storm just because I called."

Lauren POV Morning comes the same way it always does now, quiet, early, refreshing. I wake before my alarm, before the city fully remembers itself, before my mind has time to wander into places I no longer allow it to live in. The ceiling above me is unfamiliar but safe. That’s how I like it now. I sat in the silent, slightly dark room for about 15 minutes before picking up the new book I'd gotten the last time I went shopping. Atomic Habits by James Clear.

Then left before the conversation could continue. Back inside his office, the wrapped book still sat on his desk. Waiting. Walter picked it up. His thumb brushed the edge of the paper. The same way it had brushed the novel cover in her bookstore. Outside, Manhattan stretched endlessly beneath the afternoon sun. Millions of people. Millions of stories. Yet somehow one bookstore assistant had managed to do what investors, executives, and rivals never could. She had made him look inward. Walter stared at the skyline. Then at the book.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

At lunch, I was hiding in the office cafeteria, leisurely slicing into my steak. Remembering how he always told me he never had time for lunch, I sent a text to remind him. [Eat no matter how busy you are. Be a good boy, okay?] My phone screen lit up again in less than ten minutes. [Yes, baby. I'm eating like a good boy. Praise me~] There was even a photo with it, and I tapped in to see that it was a steak, fresh from the kitchen and piping hot.