Three Days Grace She Just Walked Away Novels & Stories

He said with a forced sounding offer. "No! I'm not a lame girl." Grace immediately dodged, her eyes clouded over with a loss of consciousness. Getting up from the seat, leaving the room without caring about Mr.Charmond's worries on the spot, her body began to walk imperfectly. Several times even bumping into dancers who were getting crazier.

“You never saw him. You never cared who he was.” “You are my daughter.” “And he’s not my father.” Her mother’s face crumples, grief and fury clawing up her throat. “You’ve ruined everything.” “No,” Grace says softly. “You never had it.” She turns. Walks out. She doesn’t pack. Doesn’t pause. She just walks, barefoot down the gravel path, dress flapping, chest heaving. The sun is cruel and hot and clear above her. Each step forward is a severing. Her pulse drums in her ears, her eyes sting.

“Graham, everything that happened before is in the past now. We should focus on living in the moment. How about this? Take a month off and get some rest. I’ll be away on a business trip, and we can talk when I get back.” She didn’t even wait for my reaction before she picked up her suitcase and walked out, humming a tune. I stood frozen where I was, ears ringing, unable to process anything for a long time. I never expected that the thorn in my heart for years would be met with such a response. However, the old Lucy wasn’t like that.

… Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle." In Rosa's hospital room, Luca handed her the last slice of orange and stood up. "I'll go check on that troublesome one." Rafael let out a scoff. "Why bother checking on her? Let her reflect on her own." Enzo had already headed toward the door. He still couldn't feel at ease. Valentina had just woken up, and she was still injured. The three of them walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to Valentina's hospital room.

It appeared to forgive her everything. On the third day it rained. They stayed in the hotel. Aiden read — he had brought three books and had packed them with the resigned optimism of someone who understood he was unlikely to finish all three but was unwilling to choose. Grace sat in the window seat with a coffee and watched the rain on the lake and did not do anything else and found, after the first hour, that doing nothing else was not difficult. That she was not fighting an instinct to work. That the work was there in her mind in the way that the work was always there in her mind, but at a manageable distance, at the correct scale.

"I’ll give it up." Grace stood frozen, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched him walk away. She turned to Dante, her voice trembling. "Why is all of this happening? Why is everything falling apart? One minute we were happy... and now it’s all gone." She choked back a sob, her chest tightening. "I just want to see my Ali again." Dante wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "We’ll find her, Grace. We’ll fix this. Just... hold on."

Chapter 81: Light Marco stood frozen with his hand still mid-air where Grace had blocked him. His pulse pounded as each beat echoed the frustration, the disbelief, and the sheer fucking helplessness clawing at his chest. She had locked herself away for three days. Three days of silence. Three days of ignoring everyone. Three days of waiting for her to snap out of it, to barge out of that damn room with a scowl and some sharp remark just to prove she was still her usual herself.

The woman with a disheveled appearance immediately got down from the table. picked up her clothes which were scattered helplessly on the floor and immediately put them on. Grace just left without paying attention to Paul who called her. She ran towards the elevator. Pressing the button for the thing to bring her down. Grace leaned her back against the cold elevator wall. she closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled heavily. She hit her own chest, hoping that the tightness there would decrease a little, but instead of reducing, Grace felt even more tight.

But after only a few steps, she saw the three people walking out of the elevator. It was Dad, Mom, and Truman. Why were they all here? "Mom, save me." Grace ran to Mrs. Goodman and knelt down in front of her, grabbing her hand and crying with heartfelt sobs. "Mom, I know I was wrong. I'll never do those things again in the future. Please, just let me off this time. Make Victor not call the police to arrest me."

Grace noticed that he wasn't moving, she sighed softly. "Come inside, I'll give you time to talk but only until I arrive at the 13th floor, no more chances." Denver immediately came inside. Grace pressed the button and the lift closed. "Thank you for this. I promise I won't waste your time. Whatever I say, please do me a favor, can you pass them to her?” Grace just looked at him and said nothing. “How have you been? How's life after all these years? Have you missed me? I missed you. With all the days that pass. I know I've hurt you, but what can I do? You left me, it was too late when I realized I love you."