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

and a look of

saw his expression and

I joked. "I'm

Very well.

I needed,

that I made

future, I'll make

never knew that on the day I left, Pax came looking for

he had stood in the apartment we once shared, expecting

Nina's parents, calling them as witnesses to something he should have done a long time ago, the moment he cut

the Brown family had paid a

didn't

he

heartbeat hammered against his ribs, his steps hurried, the words already forming on his

it's over. It's all been taken

nothing stopping

before he arrived, I had already boarded a flight to

was still broken from the night he

it now, the hinges groaned, the

the tip

person standing

different girl,the new

a flicker of confusion

"I thought

words landed like a punch

time in his

fingers tightening, his voice

"Where is she?"

two more days. Where

hadn't told anyone.

already fumbling for his phone,

Dialing. Texting. Calling.

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