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

I first joined looked at me and a look of elusiveness flashed across his

his expression and smiled

at me like that," I joked. "I'm

Very well.

scholarship covered everything I needed,

me that I made the

the future,

day I left, Pax

the apartment we once

to bring Nina's parents, calling them as witnesses to something he should

that, the Brown family had paid

didn't care.It was

morning, he

his steps hurried,

it's over. It's all

stopping

before he arrived, I had already boarded

apartment door was still broken from the night he kicked it

hinges groaned, the frame shuddering

inside, the words on the tip of

standing there wasn't

girl,the

a flicker of confusion

thought you left the country

a

for the first time in his

his fingers

"Where is she?"

two more days. Where did she

I hadn't told anyone. No one

already fumbling for his phone, his fingers flying across

Dialing. Texting. Calling.

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