Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

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This wasn't unfamiliar. I'd been here countless times with Jace over the years, sitting through gatherings at Cloudscape Monastery.

But I never imagined I'd one day be sitting here listening to him deliver a sermon-not as Jace Johnston, but as a spiritual guide of the Harmonist faith. Hayden helped me into a seat quietly, and Jace began to speak, reciting teachings from Harmonism. But I couldn't focus. Not a single word registered.

I just watched him, piecing together his recent strange behavior. It all made sense now- he'd been on this path for a long time. Even while dealing with the chaos around him, his heart had already detached from the world.

That's why, when his parents died, he didn't grieve or lash out. He just... accepted it. Jace had let go of everything, seeing life and death as part of some larger cycle.

When his sermon ended, he walked over to us.

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. "Jace... how could you do this?" I thought I'd made peace with so much. But seeing him like this? I realized I hadn't. "This brings me peace," Jace said softly, his gaze steady, his eyes clear like still water. Happiness without burden."

"I

I wanted to argue, to say something, but his eyes stopped me. What could I say? Looking at everything he'd been through, maybe this really was the right choice for him.

him, "you came here for

how you brought Thorsten and Cole under control. When I was

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The monastery sat high on the mountain, and the road

to a secluded building. The faint, rhythmic sound of wooden beads filled the air, signaling deep reflection. Through the doorway, I saw a figure seated inside, dressed in plain robes, their posture serene.

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Drago?!" I

had lied. Not just to me, but to everyone- including Thorsten and Cole. In that moment, it clicked: this was how

atonement," Jace explained quietly. "She asked me to bring

he pulled out a small, ribbon-tied bundle and handed it to me with both hands. "She spent 999 days preparing this. She wanted you to

a gesture of gratitude toward Mrs. Drago, who remained silent

your direction. That includes the family estate and cars. Sell them, donate them-it's your choice."