“Don’t worry. I’m applying for immigration to Almoria. You’ll never have to see me again,” I spoke clearly, making sure he understood every word.
Owen stayed silent, his eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable. I thought he’d be happy I was leaving, but there was no sign of relief on his face.
A bitter grin spread across my face. He couldn’t even bring himself to smile at me anymore.
Fatigue weighed heavily on me, and I was just about to ask him to leave when his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, his expression instantly hardening.
After a long pause, he said, “Let’s put the engagement on hold. Vanessa’s health hasn’t been great lately, and she needs me. I can’t bear the thought of her being unhappy.”
I nodded, not caring anymore since I had no intention of getting engaged with him. I couldn’t risk repeating my mistakes, especially if it meant dying at Owen’s hands again.
A month before I was set to leave for Almoria, I was packing when I came across a diary. Inside were pages filled with the quiet confession of how much I had loved Owen.
I was about to throw it away when my phone rang. It was Owen.
His voice was distant, almost unfamiliar. “Your birthday’s coming up. I remember you always wanted to go to Avendale and watch the sunrise. Let me take you there.”
My heart softened, despite myself. For years, Owen had been both family and lover to me.
Even at a time when his hatred for me ran deep, he had once stayed by my side, watching over me day and night when I was seriously ill. I owed it to him to at least say goodbye properly.
I reached the renowned observation deck in Avendale early on my birthday, waiting for Owen’s familiar face. But he never came. Neither did the sunrise. Instead, an earthquake shook the ground beneath me.
Humans were nothing more than fragile beings in the wake of a natural disaster. All I could do was recall the safety guidelines I’d read and try to find the safest place to hide.
The violent shakes knocked me unconscious, and when I finally regained my senses, I found myself buried beneath the rubble.
Fortunately, two massive wooden beams had fallen and wedged above me, creating a tiny shelter that kept me somewhat safe.
I found myself thinking about many things in the darkness, but my mind kept coming back to Mom and Dad. I was thankful they hadn’t made the trip to Avendale with me, but I couldn’t escape the guilt that they must be beside themselves with worry.
Time felt endless in that darkness. I thought for sure I was going to die buried beneath the rubble until a pair of scarred hands carefully pulled me free.
My vision was blurry, but I could make out a face I knew all too well.
