Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

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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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too late was worth nothing at

not something I can

was fervent in my prayers, hoping for the next

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the mountain's peak before sunrise, and

and hit the ground

cast a faint

him.

his eyes heavy, until they focused on

I knew you'd come

little strength he

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

back into the snow,

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

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

out as he ran

was cold, but it was solid. It was real, unlike the emptiness he had tried to

see her? It's Chloe! I told you she was fine! She's back! She was right there-l almost

Luke must have seemed out of his mind. His desperation for his wife, mixed with the cold and hunger, had blurred the line between reality and illusion. "Mr. Bolton,

weak but determined. "I have to find Chloe,"

was failing him. Even standing took everything

up! Hurry, or she'll

Bolton, please," the driver said, his voice trembling He was

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world was walking away with me. He couldn't see anything else. Lentered the main hall. The hour was late, yet someone

him. The world called him

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

had fainted halfway up the mountain, my body too frail after

woke, I was in a quiet room. The master was there, holding an amulet. He gave it to me with at serious expression and said I must keep it close. Only then, he said, could I avoid great

thanked him and planned to send

might buy her a few more

all along. Maybe he saw

had been set. Perhaps there

sat before me, eyes closed, his voice low as he chanted in a language I couldn't

in front of

above me, its

flood of emotions rose inside me, each one sharper than the last. The

imagined the first time I'd pray for myself would feel

the gods, hoping they could

anything to harm the world. The baby inside me and I do not deserve