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One morning, she stood by the silver pond behind the estate, the one where she used to feel her child's heartbeat, and whispered into the wind: > "If life must go on, let me live it not for what I've lost, but for what I can still give…" And so she left. She packed her satchel with a few spellbooks, her Moonwell crystal, and a single photo she kept hidden—of a time Caveen didn't know she had taken, of him holding her while she slept. Then, without saying goodbye to the estate, she stepped through the portal… and entered the human realm. --- Two Years Later

She simply reached for the silk robe, slipped it on, and tied the belt with calm, deliberate fingers. “See?” she said softly. “This is why I’m leaving. You’re already falling apart, and you haven’t even started losing yet.” She looked me up and down one last time, like she was memorizing a cautionary tale. “Good luck, Joe. You’re going to need it.” She turned and walked out without looking back. “Fuck you…fuck you bitch.” I shouted as she left. Fuck Joe, what was happening? The silence after she left was worse than any shouting. I stood there alone in the study, the red glow of the stock ticker painting the walls like blood.

She takes a calming breath, visibly struggling to keep her voice even. “She didn’t do that. She decided to leave me with a family she shattered with her actions. She sacrificed me to the wreckage so she could have a chance at a fresh start. Neither of you got left behind.” Nobody touches their food. "I'm not saying it to hurt you. Neither of you are responsible for her actions." She means that, which is the worst part. "I'm just saying you're the ones who got to keep her. I'm the one she left behind. You don't get to fast-track me through that because you miss her at family gatherings."

It means handing over your whole life. On that wolf bone, a line was carved. To Cain, with all of me and my love. E. I went still. Three months ago. I hadn't yet left for the North, hadn't yet met Rowan. The me of those days, wounded all over by him, was still secretly, telling no one, loving him. I'd quietly had someone begin an acknowledgment token, thinking that if he ever turned back one day, I'd acknowledge him. Later I burned the acknowledgment ground, severed my bloodline, left for the far North, and forgot the whole thing, along with that love.

She suddenly rushed up behind me and wrapped both arms tightly around my waist. "What about us?" she choked out. Us? The word felt like a sick joke. Because of her lies, I'd destroyed my family. And she still expected me to forgive her? "There is no 'us,'" I told her. "You and I ended years ago."

I quit my job out of love, and she was using it to threaten me. I took a deep breath. "Fine, cancel the wedding. I don't care." And I left without even a moment of hesitation. … I did not notice the confusion in Rachel's eyes. That night, I packed up all my stuff and got ready for the next day's flight, but Rachel came back in the middle of the night. She was surprised to see the home empty. "Where's the photo wall? I spent a lot of time making that. Where are the pictures I took of the vacation?"

She told me her name was Sapphire like the gemstone. She said that when she was born, she had been treated like a precious gem, cradled carefully in someone’s arms. Yet later, when her little brother was born, and her father left with another woman, her mother no longer wanted her. I felt a pang of sorrow as I listened. I pulled her into my arms and gently stroked her hair. She became very attached to me and was always by my side when I cooked, handing me the salt container or the ketchup.

I tell her that I'll come back later to pick her up. Before leaving, I ask the maid to assist her with packing and then head to the hotel. It's time to face the beast, and it won't be easy. I arrive and go up quickly. I take a deep breath before opening the door, and as soon as I do, disappointment overwhelms me. She left me. I sit on the bed, unable to believe that she left without even letting me explain. She said she loved me, and at the first problem, she abandoned me. That devil of a woman had me wrapped around her finger, and now she's gone.

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Even her awards were mashed and trashed. All she had achieved were gone and there was nothing left to hold onto there. The seven years she had worked were set in flames and not a single piece of it was preserved. Leaving was indeed her only option. So she listened to her therapist and left. Who would have known that even when she was left with nothing, the monster Zak would not still let her go?