Chapter 79

Autumn is creeping in Berlin.

The plane trees lining the streets fade to golden, their leaves curling at the edges before the wind picks up - they twirl, flutter, swirl, and slowly and obediently

descend.

They fall one layer after another onto the cobblestone streets, crunching gently underfoot.

The seasons change, just like life.

I adapted faster than I expected.

The transition was almost effortless.

The enrollment process was smooth. I became part of the professor's research lab, integrating into the rhythm of early mornings and late nights, the meticulous data collection, and the sterile smell of the lab.

For the first six months, I shadowed senior researchers – observing, learning, making mistakes.

By the end of the year, I had become a mentor myself.

"Interesting, isn't it?" my professor mused one afternoon, leaning back in his chair and browsing a set of reports.

"You didn't come after graduation, you bet you regretted it."

I laughed.

Regret?How could I regret it?

At that time, I never hesitated.

I just don't have the money.

That's the only thing holding me back.

Upon hearing this, one of the senior fellows next to me the one who mentored

first joined looked at me and

his expression and

me like that," I joked.

Very well.

scholarship covered everything I needed, and

that I made the

the future, I'll make

knew that on the day I left, Pax came

stood in the apartment we once shared, expecting

parents, calling them as witnesses to something he

that, the Brown family had paid a

Pax didn't care.It was

morning, he rushed to my

his steps hurried, the words already forming on

over. It's all been taken

stopping us

he didn't know that five minutes before he

still broken from the night

the hinges groaned, the frame shuddering beneath the

stepped inside, the words on the tip of his tongue,

standing there wasn't

girl,the new

him, startled, a flicker of

she asked hesitantly. "I thought you left the

like a punch to

first time in his

grabbed her shoulders, his fingers tightening, his voice

"Where is she?"

Norway isn't for two more days. Where did she

hadn't told anyone.

were already fumbling for his phone, his fingers flying across

Dialing. Texting. Calling.

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