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Felix let out a cold laugh. “How I raise my daughter is none of your business.”
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-My daughter,” he said, voice sharp as steel, “can be kind–but she’ll never be naive. We give her all the love in the world, but she’ll never be a flower grown in glass case.”
“Lauren was destroyed by her own kindness. That’s why she let people like you trample her. But my daughter–when she meets people like you, she won’t tolerate it. She’ll fight back.”
Nancy finished wiping the tombstone. Then she turned slowly to face Elliot.
She was just a child, but the look on her face sent chills down his spine. In that moment, she looked exactly like Lauren–but the aura she carried, the cold defiance in her eyes, was all Felix.
Her voice was calm, icy. “I’m very grateful for the way my dad raised me. I can be gentler than the kindest person. And I can be crueler than the worst.”
“When it comes to people like you, kindness is wasted.
Elliot stood frozen, unable to believe those words had come from a child.
His whole body began to tremble. “I… I know I was wrong.”
Nancy scoffed. There was nothing childish about her demeanor–only a poise and pain far beyond her
years.
“You’re too late. What I needed was a mom. Not some uncle who shows up after everything’s over.”
“If you really feel sorry for what you did to my mom, then leave. And never come back.”
Elliot felt like the soul had been ripped out of him.
Each word she spoke was a thunderclap.
He reached out, wanting to touch the cold stone–one last time–but before his hand could make contact, Nancy smacked it away.
“Don’t touch my mom.”
Elliot choked on his breath. “Can’t I at least stay? Guard her grave? I want to make it right, even just a little.”
Nancy frowned, then turned her face away with a disgusted snort. “She doesn’t need you. You’d only taint her path to the afterlife. Leave. And don’t ever come back.”
Elliot’s strength gave out. He collapsed onto the wet ground.
“No… I won’t leave. I want to stay here with Lauren. I want to atone
Nancy turned to her father. “Dad, can we have him removed? He’s too loud. He’ll disturb Mom.”
Felix gave a faint, humorless smile. “You’re right. Lauren always liked peace and quiet.”
Then he called our, “Get him out of here.”
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At once, a group of men in black suits and dark sunglasses appeared.
They didn’t ask questions.
They simply grabbed Elliot and started dragging him away.
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“No–don’t! I’m not leaving! Don’t make me go!” Elliot thrashed, his eyes locked on the gravestone. “Lauren! Let me stay–let me stay!”
But no matter how he fought, they pulled him farther and farther from the grave.
His desperate cries echoed across the cemetery, long after he was gone.
Felix checked the time, then turned to Nancy. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go.”
“Okay,” she said softly, then looked back at the gravestone. “Mom, Dad and I will come visit again soon.”
Elliot wandered the streets like a man without a soul.
His mind was a mess. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
All he could see was Lauren’s face on that tombstone–forever frozen in black and white.
“It can’t be true… I don’t believe it… Lauren’s still alive. They’re lying to me…
He staggered forward with no destination, no direction.
Everything around him blurred.
Then, out of nowhere, he saw her.
A girl in a white dress.
Her face so much like Lauren’s.
–
His pupils dilated. His heart stopped.
“Lauren? Lauren-
He ran toward her like a madman.
But before he could reach her, she climbed into the back seat of a sleek black Bentley.
The car sped off, leaving Elliot behind.
He chased it, his voice breaking into sobs.
“Lauren, please! Don’t go! Just look at me one more time! I was wrong–I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll protect you, love you, give you everything. Please don’t leave–please…
The car didn’t stop.
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People on the sidewalk began to stare, frowning, whispering, pitying–thinking he was crazy.
But Elliot didn’t notice. He didn’t care.
He only saw the Bentley growing smaller and smaller the distance.
Then, suddenly, he stumbled
His knees gave out. He fell hard to the pavement.
His hands scraped against the rough concrete. Pain shot through his leg. But he barely felt it.
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He stretched his arms toward the disappearing car like he could still reach it–like he could grab hold of what was already gone,
He stayed there for a long, long time.
The world kept moving. People came and went. Cars passed. But Elliot didn’t move.
Eventually, he pushed himself off the ground.
When he finally got home, the sky was already dark.
He limped toward the door–only to stop in his tracks,
A familiar black Bentley was parked out front.
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