Chapter 7
The moment they spotted me, the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave, their desperation spilling over.
“You’re Sasha, right? We heard your mother tell you the sentence that can kill people. What is it?”
“Yeah! We tried to ask her four years ago, but she refused to say anything!”
“This time, she made someone take their own life again with just a few words. That proves how powerful it is! If you tell me, I’ll pay you any amount of money!”
“I’ve spent my whole life wondering, what kind of words could possibly drive someone to death? Please, I’m begging you, just tell me!”
Their voices overlapped, frantic and unrelenting.
Pleading. Tempting. Coaxing.
As if possessed by some insatiable hunger, panic shot through me, and without a second thought, I bolted inside, slamming the door shut behind me.
Silence fell.
I locked myself in my room, shutting out the madness beyond those walls.
But the past seeped in like a whisper, curling around me like an old ghost.
My father’s warm smile brimming with love.
His face glowed with happiness as he closed his eyes, making a birthday wish.
Lincoln’s tear–filled eyes as he clutched me in the depths of my despair, vowing to take care of me for the rest of his life.
The sincerity in his gaze when he knelt before me, offering his heart in the form of a ring.
All of it was gone, like the remnants of a dream slipping through my fingers.
The warmth of us tangled in each other’s arms at night, whispering promises of forever.
Everything had been breathtakingly beautiful. Unforgettable.
But in the end, those cherished memories melted away, leaving behind only their terrified faces.
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Their twisted, lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground.
The past and present blurred, overlapping in eerie symmetry, two tragedies mirroring each other beneath their differences.
The more I thought about it, the more a gnawing unease crept into my
chest.
Something wasn’t right.
A sudden chill prickled my skin as I bolted upright, my pulse hammering in
my ears.
I tore through my room, yanking open drawers, overturning shelves, searching for something, anything.
I didn’t even know what I was looking for.
Only that deep in my bones, I felt it; something vital had slipped through my fingers.
died.
Something I had missed.
Especially the way my father and Lincoln had looked at me before they
A cold dread slithered through me, sinking its claws deep, that their deaths might have been tied to me.
I searched from dawn until dusk.
The house stood deathly silent until I tore through every last corner and overturned every forgotten memory.
Only then did I stop.
Lying on my bed, I felt like a rudderless boat adrift on an endless sea.
The wind urged me forward, yet the waves pulled me back.
I sought refuge, a safe harbor, but all I found was an abyss of water stretching into nothingness, swallowed by a ghostly mist.
As if the entire world whispered the same cruel truth, I had nowhere to go. No one to rely on.
Despair and confusion slithered around me like vines, tightening, suffocating, draining me of direction, of purpose, of even the will to breathe.
Chapter 7
The moment they spotted me, the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave, their desperation spilling over.
“You’re Sasha, right? We heard your mother tell you the sentence that can kill people. What is it?”
“Yeah! We tried to ask her four years ago, but she refused to say anything!”
“This time, she made someone take their own life again with just a few words. That proves how powerful it is! If you tell me, I’ll pay you any amount of money!”
“I’ve spent my whole life wondering, what kind of words could possibly drive someone to death? Please, I’m begging you, just tell me!”
Their voices overlapped, frantic and unrelenting.
Pleading. Tempting. Coaxing.
As if possessed by some insatiable hunger, panic shot through me, and without a second thought, I bolted inside, slamming the door shut behind me.
Silence fell.
I locked myself in my room, shutting out the madness beyond those walls.
But the past seeped in like a whisper, curling around me like an old ghost.
My father’s warm smile brimming with love.
His face glowed with happiness as he closed his eyes, making a birthday wish.
Lincoln’s tear–filled eyes as he clutched me in the depths of my despair, vowing to take care of me for the rest of his life.
The sincerity in his gaze when he knelt before me, offering his heart in the form of a ring.
All of it was gone, like the remnants of a dream slipping through my fingers.
The warmth of us tangled in each other’s arms at night, whispering promises of forever.
Everything had been breathtakingly beautiful. Unforgettable.
But in the end, those cherished memories melted away, leaving behind only their terrified faces.
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Their twisted, lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground.
The past and present blurred, overlapping in eerie symmetry, two tragedies mirroring each other beneath their differences.
The more I thought about it, the more a gnawing unease crept into my
chest.
Something wasn’t right.
A sudden chill prickled my skin as I bolted upright, my pulse hammering in
my ears.
I tore through my room, yanking open drawers, overturning shelves, searching for something, anything.
I didn’t even know what I was looking for.
Only that deep in my bones, I felt it; something vital had slipped through my fingers.
died.
Something I had missed.
Especially the way my father and Lincoln had looked at me before they
A cold dread slithered through me, sinking its claws deep, that their deaths might have been tied to me.
I searched from dawn until dusk.
The house stood deathly silent until I tore through every last corner and overturned every forgotten memory.
Only then did I stop.
Lying on my bed, I felt like a rudderless boat adrift on an endless sea.
The wind urged me forward, yet the waves pulled me back.
I sought refuge, a safe harbor, but all I found was an abyss of water stretching into nothingness, swallowed by a ghostly mist.
As if the entire world whispered the same cruel truth, I had nowhere to go. No one to rely on.
Despair and confusion slithered around me like vines, tightening, suffocating, draining me of direction, of purpose, of even the will to breathe.
And then, a sharp click shattered the silence.
The sound of the door unlocking.
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My body stiffened.
I forced myself to rise, my feet carrying me to the living room.
And there, standing at the doorstep, was the last person I expected to see.
My mother.
And then, a sharp click shattered the silence.
The sound of the door unlocking.
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My body stiffened.
I forced myself to rise, my feet carrying me to the living room.
And there, standing at the doorstep, was the last person I expected to see.
My mother.
