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.

Matilda withdrew her icy hand and prodded Yvan’s chest–a gesture that struck him like a sledgehammer,

attempts at reconciliation, she dissected his defenses with her words–words that were as

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

Yvan felt a pain more acute

spilled beer, her pride seemingly drenched before the crowd, but as she stood, her chin lifted with the same haughty grace

reaching out with an empty palm. realized he once held her wrist in that very

The Matilda he knew wouldn’t look at him with such indifference, such mocking disdain, as if

bitter laugh escaped his lips. What had

been wounded and ravaged to transform into

looked up at the empty street, the night breeze carrying

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