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

looked at me and

expression and smiled

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

Very well.

scholarship covered everything I needed,

to remind me that I made the

the future,

the day I left, Pax came looking

in the apartment we once shared,

gone so far as to bring Nina's parents, calling them as witnesses to something he should have done a long time ago, the moment he cut ties with her

family had paid

Pax didn't care.It was

next morning, he rushed to my

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

over. It's all been taken care

stopping us

that five minutes before he arrived, I had already

broken from the night he kicked it open days

now, the hinges groaned,

on the tip of his tongue, and

person standing

girl,the

of confusion crossing her

hesitantly. "I thought you left the country with

a

in his life

fingers

"Where is she?"

two more days.

told anyone. No one

for his phone, his fingers flying across

Dialing. Texting. Calling.

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