Sorry, Too Late
His face was the color of a tombstone, and the world around him was a swimming, blurry mess.
A sudden downpour hit the asphalt, and it drenched Evan. The cold almost felt like it went around his body and stabbed his soul instead.
His mind started replaying memories of his life with the heiresses. Sweet, bitter, sad, and despairing, but in the end, they were all taken by the void.
Yet Evan smiled, content and happy. At that exact moment, he knew he was no longer a replacement. One thought echoed in his mind, 'Hazel, Roxanne, Anya, my debt is repaid!'