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I glanced down at the diamond on my left hand and played with it, shrugging. “It may sound cliché, it probably is, but if I couldn’t have you, I didn’t want anyone. This way, no man was hitting on me or coming my way. I was able to, mourn for all the losses, alone.” I twisted my lip, than sighed. “Why didn’t you get rid of yours?”

"Chamomile is the goal, smile like a daisy. A pot of gold is waiting by, the end of the road." "This gold is priceless, its pot is timeless. Time is ticking yet, never it will be old." "However, watch out! clever hostile awaits. Whatever happens, they'll slacken."

he growled coldly and placed one arm on the window and one hand on the steering wheel. He annoyingly drove. "Then don't! If you don't want to talk, fine. What are you, a gold?" I whispered softly. Upsetting! Since we were in the car he still heard that. He caught my eye. Because he was feeling gold, he didn’t really speak. I also didn’t speak because I was f-feeling diamond! I glanced to the driver who's feeling gold. He was also looking at me too. I looked around, it looked like we were in the market.

“Your mother really caught herself a golden fish.” I stared at her blankly, trying to process whatever nonsense she had just said. “What does that even mean?” I asked in disbelief. Aria laughed loudly, clearly entertained by my confusion. “It means,” she said while pointing at me, “that you somehow ended up attracting rich and powerful men without even trying.” I scoffed immediately. “That is not what happened.” “Mhm.” She nodded sarcastically. “A ridiculously wealthy man sees your artwork once and suddenly spends a crazy amount of money on it. Totally normal.”

The presence processed. “Identity is a constraint.” Luke shook his head. “No,” he said. “It’s what makes anything matter.” The air shifted. Subtle. But deeper. The presence focused on him. “Explain.” Luke hesitated. Then— “Because if you’re everything,” he said, “then nothing means anything.” Silence. Lucifer exhaled quietly. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever tried to explain meaning to it.” God’s voice lowered. “It does not require meaning.”

It seemed like he couldn't explain things to them using the usual words. Amelia hurried over. "Uncles and aunties, what my boss meant was, gold is a sure win—if you buy it, you make money. Why not make some extra cash? And from what we see now, buying it is definitely a guaranteed profit! You don't want your pension money just sitting there doing nothing, right? You gotta learn to make money with your money, that way your kids and grandkids will have a better life too!" The old man and woman burst out laughing as soon as they heard it. Only a fool wouldn't make money.

Before leaving, he even gave an idea. "Mr. Mercer, it would be nice to send gold." "Gold?" Dawson was taken aback again, never having thought of it. "I see many girls like to wear gold jewelry, saying that it can make up for the lack of gold in the five elements. Nowadays, young people pay attention to the position and the human magnetic field, don't they? I don't know if Mrs. Mercer believes in these things, but even if she doesn't, gold is still a valuable asset that can be exchanged for cash at any time. Even if Mrs. Mercer doesn't particularly like it, she definitely doesn't dislike it."

It was like something was blocking her from feeling the animals and flowers. “Little one.” the golden man said, “It is time for your lessons.” “More lessons?” she asked as she wanted to sit down and enjoy the nothingness of this world. She longed for a time where nothing was required of her. The lack of overwhelming feelings and emotions was addicting. She could get used to the sensation of it. The nothingness was what she wanted.

Not the contract version of staying. Not the arrangement version. Just: stay. With me. For as long as you'll have it. Which I intended, if she said yes, to interpret as a very long time.

The kind that confirmed more than a speech would have. “I will give you this,” I said. “You have always been good at standing in the middle of a room and yet remaining invisible. Not actually hidden. Just never quite seen. That takes skill. But every game has a ceiling, Ryan. And by the way—” I let the next piece drop. “I have your gold. The whole weight of it. How did you even move that much without anyone noticing?” That one got to him. “Where is it?” My brows went up. “That is the question? Not the graves. Not the photograph. The gold. What are you, a goblin? Or a dragon sitting on a pile?”