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

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

Very well.

scholarship covered everything I needed, and I

to remind me that I made the right choice.

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in the future.I’ll

that on the day I left,

in the apartment we once shared, expecting to find

witnesses to something he should have done a long time

that, the Brown family

care.It was done.

rushed to my

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

It’s all

nothing stopping

five minutes before he arrived, I

still broken from the

hinges groaned, the frame shuddering

the words on the tip of his tongue,and

there wasn’t me.

girl,the new tenant.

Berlin.

of confusion crossing her face before recognition settled in.

she asked hesitantly. “I thought you left the country

words landed like a punch

for the first time in his

her shoulders, his fingers tightening, his voice

“Where is she?”

for two more days.

I hadn’t told anyone. No

fumbling for his phone, his fingers flying across the

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