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LUKE’S POV

Burning in intense rage, I pushed Harriet away from me hard. “Let go of me, Harriet!” I yelled, my anger boiling over. She stumbled and fell to the ground, her smirk finally fading.

“You can’t do this to me, Luke. You can’t just leave me like this! I’m not going to let you.”

“I can do whatever I want, Harriet. And right now, I want to find Ariel and make sure she’s safe.”

“She doesn’t deserve you, Luke. She never did,” Harriet spat. “I’m the one for you. You are meant for

1. me. We are meant for each other.”

“That’s not for you to decide. Now tell me, where is she?”

“I don’t know. But even if I did, I wouldn’t say a damn thing.”

“You better tell me now, Harriet. I know how brutal and crazy you can be.”

“You don’t know me at all, Luke. You never did,” she hissed, standing up and brushing herself off.

“I know enough to know that you’re capable of anything,” I retorted, my fists clenched at my sides.

“You know what? Fine. To find your precious Ariel. But don’t come crying to me when she breaks your heart again,” Harriet sneered.”

“And who told you she broke my heart, huh?”

“Oh, please, Luke. If you’re going to start telling me lies, save those sh*t for someone else,” she spat

before marching off.

needed to find Ariel fast. But where could she be? My mind was still telling me that Harriet had something to do with this.

to search? I’ve gone through so many places, and I haven’t yet seen you. What will I do about this?

THREE DAYS LATER

on

1. I was attending the funeral of Luke. The

his family. Yes, his family, not mine. I didn’t even know that he was

soft murmurs of the mourners and the sniffles of those trying to hold back tears. The air was heavy with grief, and the atmosphere was suffused with a sense of profound loss. I scanned the crowd, recognizing familiar faces twisted in sorrow, their eyes

faces

standing at the front, their

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offering a silent prayer for strength and comfort. And I still needed some for myself. But they needed it the most since they

a soothing murmur as he spoke of life’s fleeting nature and the precious gift of each moment. I listened, my thoughts drifting to the time

joy he brought to their lives. Tears streamed down her face, and Manuel reached out to steady her, his own grief palpable in every line of

myself lost in a whirlwind of emotions: sadness, anger, and disbelief. How could a child so young be taken away?

of a lone violin filled the air, its mournful melody weaving through the crowd. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, a balm for my aching soul. I thought of Luke, of

golden light over the cemetery. I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a quiet acceptance of the cycle of life and death. I looked around

spoken, the crowd began to disperse, offering their condolences to the grieving parents. I approached Elizabeth and Manuel, my heart heavy with sorrow. I took

so sorry for what happened.”

eyes. “Thank you, Luke. Thank you for being here. But we’re the ones

you say that?” Manuel asked

their father. He’s the father of

changed as he glanced at me. “Is what she’s saying true? Are you the

a deep sigh. “Yes,

about it? Ariel never told me. And speaking of Ariel, where is she? I haven’t seen her in the past two days. Is she with

But since she’s not here, I

missing, and I’ve been really worried about

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broken.

informed the police about it?”