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.

his expression

joked. “I’m doing well now, aren’t

Very well.

covered everything I needed, and I

remind me that I made the right

Love,

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the future.I’ll make

the day I

had stood in the apartment we once shared, expecting to find me

them as witnesses to something he

that, the Brown family

care.It was done.

rushed to my apartment.

hurried, the words already forming

it’s over. It’s all been taken care

nothing stopping

minutes before he arrived, I had

was still broken from the night he kicked it

it now, the hinges groaned,

stepped inside, the words on the tip of his tongue,and then froze.

standing there wasn’t me.

girl,the

Berlin.

flicker of confusion crossing her face

you left the country with

landed like a punch

time in his life he was panicked.

grabbed her shoulders, his fingers tightening, his

“Where is she?”

Norway isn’t for two more days.

anyone. No one knew.

fumbling for his phone, his fingers flying across the

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