Chapter 19

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 me when I first joined–looked at me

and a look of elusiveness flashed across his face.

saw his expression and smiled easily.

look at me like that,” I joked. “I’m doing well

Very well.

covered everything I needed, and I had enough savings

remind me that I

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in the future.I’ll make more.

I left, Pax

we once shared, expecting to find

something he should have done a long time ago, the moment he

that, the Brown family had paid a

Pax didn’t care.It

he rushed to

his steps hurried, the words

it’s over. It’s all been taken

nothing stopping

he arrived, I had already boarded a

was still broken from the night

he pushed it now, the hinges groaned, the frame

inside, the words on the tip of

person standing there wasn’t

girl,the new tenant.

Berlin.

startled, a flicker of confusion crossing her face before recognition settled in.

you left the country with

words landed like a punch

in

his fingers tightening, his

“Where is she?”

to Norway isn’t for two more days. Where did she go?”

told anyone. No one

were already fumbling for his phone, his fingers flying across the screen.

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