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I am dead…. ****

Saul Robbins could not tell what Watson Braff was trying to imply. “No need to hold back! We’re all friends here! “Please, Sir York! “He’s just being a little prideful, is all!” Watson helplessly accepted Harvey York’s help for Saul’s sake. “Fine. Please take a look at me then.” Harvey already felt dead air seeping out of Watson’s body when the two made contact. What is dead air? Simply put, a person would be filled with gloom when their luck gets extremely bad despite being healthy.

Is his last words before I felt his heart slowly fade away from its rhythm. “He’s dead,” Alpha Zac confirmed. Yeah. He’s dead. Alpha Ryder is dead.

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

Just that number. Just— Dead. Fucking. Silence.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

You might laugh at my words now. However, my love, I'd give my life to show you my love is true. Or maybe, I'm just paying for my unforgivable mistakes. I wish you a future filled with strength, peace, and lasting joy. May your path be smooth, your life worry-free.] Those few lines summed up Wynnie's entire existence. A tear slid down, unnoticed, splashing onto the darkened phone screen, leaving a tear-stained bloom. "Honey? What's wrong?" Elena's voice came from nearby, laced with concern.

"Good." The End.

“Alex… brace yourself first.” Alex’s heart faltered. His lips trembled. “What do you mean? Tell me!” James drew a deep breath and stepped closer. His voice came heavy, weighted with sorrow. “Amara is dead, Alex. This… this is her death certificate.” He extended the paper. Alex’s hands shook as he grabbed it. His eyes scanned the document wildly, his heart hammering. There it was in black and white: Amara Akwarandu. Certificate of Death. The words blurred as his vision swam with tears.