GoodNovelChapter 248 I watched the man walk away, standing in the cold wind that seemed to cut through me. Wrapping my thin shawl tighter, I continued walking, my heels clicking softly against the pavement.
The streetlights flickered, casting an orange glow that stretched my shadow behind me, a lonely figure against the darkening night.
cashmere carpet were slow, It wasn't far to my place, and when I finally got home, I first kicked off the shoes that had been digging into my feet. My steps on the cashmere my teet aching, leaving faint spots of blood that dotted the soft surface like tiny blossoms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttused alcohol and cotton swabs to clean the wound with an antiseptic solution. Gritting my teeth, I cleaned the wounds, biting back the sting before finally covering the worst of it with a bandage.
My eyelids felt impossibly heavy. I couldn't right the exhaustion any longer, and soon, I let my eyes drift shut.
In my dreams, I felt warmth-gentle and soothing, like the sun on a quiet afternoon. A soft, blurry figure appeared in front of me. Slowly, it took shape, and I saw het-Grandma, walking towardwith a warm smile, her hunched figure familiar and comforting. "Grandma!" Tears streamed down my face as 1 ran toward her, desperate to be with her again.
I wanted so badly to retum to that twhen everything was simple, when she was healthy, when she was by my side, malding everything feel safe.
But just as I reached out, her figure disappeared, vanishing like a gentle fog swept away by the wind, leavingalone in the gray world around me.
I searched for her, calling het name, trying to find her again, but she was gone. It felt like a fleeting gift from the heavens, one brief moment to see her again before the cruel reality took her away.
slowly, I opened my eyes, my face damp with tears. My swollen eyes stung, and dried tear streaks clung to my cheeks.
The sorrow I felt was overwhelming. Losing the person closest tofelt like an endless rainstorm had settled over my heart, one that would never clear, drowningin its unrelenting sadness 1 splashed swater on my face, staring at the puffy, red eyes in the mirror. The pain I was unbearable, but there was nothing I could do to fix it.
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"Lyla, what's up?" I answered, surprised by the call but not entirely shocked. We were often apart now, relying on these calls to keep our connection alive. "Eve, did you miss me?" Lyla's voice cthrough light and teasing, as a always
She was like a little sun-warm, sweet, and impossible to ignore. She had a way of making people feel things and different emotions in her gentle, persistent way. Take a guess-do you OTP think I missed you ok not? teased back, knowing she'd take the bait. "Hmph! If you have to think about it, that means you didn't missat all! And here I was, getting all this juicy into for you. Now I'm just heartbroken!" she said with exaggerated disappointment, knowing exactly how to pull at my heartstrings. "Alright, no more jokes. What's up?" I asked, knowing she was ready to spill whatever gossip she'd unearthed. Lyla never called without snews, and it was never baseless-it always cfrom solid sources, though I had no idea where she got it all.
"Do you really not like than anymore?" she asked suddenly, her question catchingoff guard Dora moment, I was frozen. Since om Grandma's death, my feelings for hem had shifted entirely.
I didn't hate him, but how be handled the situation disgusted in. I loathed his silenced despised how he had promisedanswers and yet destroyed everything In the end
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