Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 82

Chapter 82 Give Me Rebirth

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I never thought someone like me-trapped between life and death, not quite ghost or human-could ser foot in a place so sacred,

I even imagined something dramatic, like getting blastel back by a beam of holy light, just like on TV.

But real life isn't like that.

Barefoot, I stepped onto the stairs.

Snow covered each step, soft and silent under my feet. The hem of my dress shifted with the wind, but the cold never reached me.

Nothing stopped me as I climbed higher. At the top, I knelt, just like Luke had done before me.

I don't know if gods are real. I don't know if they can hear the stubborn hopes and wishes of people like us.

The first two times I prayed, it was for someone else. This time, it was for me.

I lifted my dress slightly and bowed three times, lowering myself fully to the ground with each movement.

By midnight, frost had settled thick on Luke's face.

His hair and lashes were frozen, stiff, and white.

The driver pleaded with him over and over to leave. He warned Luke that if he stayed any longer, he might not survive-or, at best, he'd lose half his strength.

Luke didn't pay attention to the driver's words. He bowed his head and said quietly. "So it really is this cold. How did she manage to get through it?".

The truth is simple. No one can fully understand another person's pain unless they've lived through the same struggles, carried the same weight, and faced the same hardships. But people have different lives and experiences. How many could say they'd done that?

That's why those who speak from a safe distance, urging others to make peace with their suffering, were either foolish or cruel.

Only by feeling someone else's pain could you understand what empathy truly means.

Luke used to dismiss the amulet, thinking it was meaningless. Now, each time he knelt, he realized just how much that thin piece of paper held.

It carried everything inside him-his longing, his regret, and his wildest hopes.

"O wife of mine, stay safe

"O wife of mine, find peace."

O wife of mine, come back to me."

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not something I

fervent in my prayers, hoping for the next

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to conquer the mountain's peak before sunrise, and

last step and

cast a faint glow, and snowflakes danced in the air

him.

heavy,

You're back! I knew you'd

strength he had left. Then, with all his might, he

I was nothing more than a flicker of light-something he could

body passed straight through mine and fell back

wouldn't stop. He reached out, his hand grasping at my

wasn't there, I didn't look back. I stepped

he ran over. He knelt down,

solid. It was real, unlike the emptiness he

as he pointed at my fading silhouette. Did you see her? It's Chloe! I told you she was fine! She's back! She was right

mixed with the cold and hunger, had blurred the line between reality and illusion. "Mr. Bolton, let's get you inside, the driver urged.

pushed him away, his movements weak but determined.

failing him. Even standing took everything

me up! Hurry, or she'll

He was frightened by

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wasn't listening. His gaze stayed fixed on the path ahead, as if his entire world was walking away with me. He couldn't see anything

knew him. The world

time, it was for my grandmother. That was in the fall, when the air was still

had fainted halfway up the mountain, my body

amulet. He gave it to me with at serious expression and said I must keep it close. Only

send it to my

even then, that it might buy her a few

if the master had known all along. Maybe he saw the truth-that I was the one

my fate had been set. Perhaps there was

his voice low as

in front of

me, its figure

inside me, each one sharper than the last. The first two times I

first time I'd pray for myself would

they could hear me.

baby inside me and I do not deserve