A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 121

Matilda paced down the narrow corridor, her steps quickening with each heartbeat until they crescendoed into a full–on sprint. She burst from the loud, metallic building. Its walls throbbing with electronic beats, Into the all–consuming embrace of the night.

In the solitude of the darkness, she seemed determined to exhaust every ounce of energy, running towards its unseen end. Irony swirled around her, and she let out a laugh–a frantic. wild cackle. She could hear footsteps behind her, a man in pursuit, his hand reaching out to grab her.

Matilda didn’t look back.

But his voice clung to her like sharp needles piercing her skin, sending a prickling sensation. that suddenly enveloped her entire body.

She turned, her patience shattered, and her palm met Yvan’s cheek with a resounding smack.

What a ridiculous man, she mused.

gesture that struck him like a sledgehammer, shattering his

defenses with her words–words that

the reminiscences of past. affections,” she said. “Henceforth, Yvan, let our love be a

moment, Yvan felt a pain more acute than a thousand arrows could

into its backseat. She may have been soaked in spilled beer, her pride seemingly drenched before the crowd, but as

by demons, and Yvan, reaching out with an empty palm. realized he once held her

wouldn’t look at

dawned on him, a bitter laugh escaped

unyielding–have been wounded and

up at the empty street, the night breeze

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