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    😵☠️Ghosted 2: Haunted Academy 😵☠️

    💥By Jessica Duru💥

    ☠️UNEDITED ☠️

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    Rain spattered on the window sills and the sky crashed with lightning; the earth quivered with thunder and the air roared with the wind-driven bright, leaving trees and roofs at its mercy.

    Girly chatters hovered in the dorm, as Emily Gidez laid on her side of the bed, thinking about home. She had never been separated from her dearest mother, and her father who was in the States wanted her to go to this school, while her mother stayed at Naples. She stared blankly, wondering why her Dad had wanted this and shrugged the thoughts off, turning to face the girls at the opposite corner.

    “You doing okay there, newb?” One of the girls asked.

    She gave a slight nod, slowly sitting up, as they went back to talking.

    She felt left out, giving a sigh and got up. “Can I?”

    “Of course.” The girl who had thrown a question at her replied.

    She got up and walked towards them, as they beckoned her to sit.

    She listened to their nightly tales and also contributed to the paranormal ones as the lights went out few minutes later.

    “Say, Kris. Why don’t we talk about the mystery girl?” A girl opined in their midst.

    Emily’s eyes widened, and she looked at her. “The mystery girl?”

    “Yes. You really are going to love it.” said the cornrows girl, giving her shoulders a shrug.

    “No, Roselle,” Her friend opposed.

    “Oh, come on, Kristen. Don’t tell me you’re scared.” Roselle pouted her lips, and Emily made to talk.

    “What about her, Kristen?” She asked.

    “There’s nothing intriguing about her.” A brown hair girl broke in. “The story’s just… creepy.” She said high-pitched.

    “Sarah…”

    “What? I’m serious,” She eyed Roselle.

    “Fine! Then, I’m going to bed.” Roselle stood up.

    She made to walk, and faint footsteps came on the carpet.

    “What was that?” Emily shivered.

    “Oh, it’s just a rat.” Kristen laughed. “Good night, girls.” She bid, and off she went.

    The girls did same, and Emily was left with no choice but to retire to hers. She rolled the blanket over her, curling into her favorite sleeping position and drifted off to sleep some minutes later.

    The room was dark and quiet, and the rain no longer fell. Emily laid in a deep slumber; a little girl with a ragged doll in her hand chasing after her whilst she ran. “Help me.” Her soft whisper hovered in the wind.

    She stumbled over a rock and came face down in a puddle, making her panic more as she tried to get out. She heard footsteps approach on the ground and, with a gasp, turned around as the little girl stood with a blade glistening in her hand. She let out a sharp scream, moving backwards as a strong grip came on her hair as she panted and jerked up.

    A thin light came upon her face and the door of her dorm room swung open, a gust of air moving in. Her body shook with fright and her heart raced faster, as a shadow appeared in the light. She moved under her blanket, listening to unknown footsteps approach, inducing more terror in her as millions of goosebumps flushed all over her damp skin.

    She steadied her breathing and wished she’d wake up from this horrible nightmare, as she prayed and shuddered seeing a figure in front of her, with the outline of an object in his hand. She gave a sharp scream, taking the blanket off as his masked face came in sight and the blade aimed at her…

    ✡☠️ARIANUS ☠️✡

    I walked into class, my bag hanging from one part of my shoulder as I heard girls gossip and giggle. A smirk eluded my lips at the mention my name, and I pretended not to have heard a thing and walked past them.

    “Mr. Snubby sure is looking dashing today.” One with a pigtail said.

    Our form Mistress walked in with a slender girl following behind, and she motioned to us to sit.

    My gaze went to the new girl, and for a moment, I lingered the stare as our eyes met. I should go, I breathed and got up.

    “Yes, Mr. Gödel?” Mrs. Lopez called.

    “Sorry, ma’am. I think I forgot something.” I said, and hurried out.

    Why did I just do that? Who is this girl? I wondered and walked.

    I headed down the hall, outside the building and toward the back, making sure no one watched. I made for the red brick, placing my hand on it as it granted me passage.

    I came out later at dawn and walked in the shadows, no one really knowing my true form as to every kid, I was just a normal teenager who preferred keeping to himself than associating with anyone. Little did they know I was more than what they could really tell – A killer – A walking dead!

    I was on a mission to kill, and swore never to rest until I completed my task on earth; a task to bring souls to the world below. And one to feed the destroyer and help him build his domain. Until that is done, I shall not rest, but continue to walk the earth… until the last of the pure blood is spilled!

    “What are you doing on my seat?” I groaned furiously.

    “Told you he won’t approve.” Aguirre whispered from his seat.

    I looked sharply and clasped her arm. “Now, listen. If you know what would be good for us both, then you better…”

    “I better do what?!” She scowled and got up.

    “Ooh.” The whole class echoed.

    I rolled my eyes around, gritting my teeth, as my fist clenched. “Forget it!” I said, and picked up my bag,

    Her guts infuriated me more, and I moved outside. I glimpsed a girl at a corner, and I drew close, catching sight of her glistening grazed knees.

    “Hey there,” She smiled.

    “You’re hurt.” I said coldly, as she dabbed with a tissue.

    “Oh, don’t worry. It’s only a scratch.”

    “You should go,” I turned around. “The school clinic will treat it better.”

    “But -”

    “I said go!”

    She shuddered and began running. I couldn’t hold it anymore, as I chased after her, drawing out a blade and with a firm grip on her, pulled her down and slit her throat!

    I walked back to the class, acting normal again, as I took the rest of it in silence.

    The lunch bell rang and I knew this was my chance. The new girl got up, and I followed her, making sure she didn’t notice. She walked for a while, halting to a stop as she glanced over her shoulder, and took to her heels.

    I hastened my step, walking out the building, taking a faster route as I glimpsed her from a distance.

    “Who are you? And why are you following me?!” She demanded, holding out a pencil.

    I drew out my blade, heading for her, as the leaves rustled in the wind, making her turn.

    “You!”

    “Yes, me!” A sinister smile broke out on my lips as I stepped forward.

    She lifted a bottle to my face, and out of it, gushed forth a liquid as my screams filled the air. “Holy water!”

    I groaned and chased after her, as the sound of her beating heart led me onward.

    “You think you can get away from me? Haha! I’m going to make your death much sufferable!”

    “Leave me alone!” She cried and made to run.

    I laughed so hard, gripping her, and ran the edge of the blade on her throat, as her last breath came…

    ~~~~~~

    Can I get 200+ views while we wait for the next? 🧚

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    ✡GHOSTED 3 ✡

    ☮The First ♔ Blood Prince ☮

    ⛈⚡By Jessica Duru 🌩⚡

    ✍️I am Arianus ⚡. Half human 🧑, half beast ⚔. I am the only one of my kind 😵, and was conceived when my father laid with a woman 🧕, under the guise of a human 🧔. My mother died at labour’s feet 💧, and I was thence welcomed into my father’s embrace 🤲, and, thus became the first seed of the ruler 💀 of the Dark Realm 🌪 – The first hybrid ever known 🔥.

    I am… the first ❎ blood prince ‼

    Purely fiction and totally unreal ⚜.

    💣… 50 views, please…💣

    Ghosted 3

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    Scary!

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    🕯🕯🕯🕯

    🕎🕎✡GHOSTED 3 ✡🕎🕎

    ❎The ♔ First ♔ Blood ♔ Prince ❎

    ♦🎲By Jessica Duru ♦🎲

    ♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠
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    🎯♠♠🎯♠🎯🎯♠♠🎯♠🎯🎯

    I am Arianus. Half mortal, half beast. I am the only one of my kind, and was conceived when my father laid with a woman under the guise of a man. My mother died at labour’s feet, and I was thence welcomed into my father’s embrace and, thus became the first seed of the ruler of the Dark Realm – The first hybrid ever known.

    I am… the first blood prince ‼

    “My Lord, she’s escaped!” A royal messenger came running.

    The Dark king got up on his feet and shouted. “What? That can’t be!” His voice thundered as he turned to face his son. “Arian!”

    “Yes, father,” The prince of Hades bowed before him.

    “Go into the world! Search every corner of the earth! And… bring her to me!!”

    🕊🐦🕊🐦🕊🐦🕊🐦🕊🐦🕊

    Birds chirped at a distance, and the community church bell chimed at a distance. The air glistened from after-rain 🌦 and little feet scampered outside 🐾. Inside, a pretty maiden sat; hair tied in a bun, and lips as red as pretty petals, and a lingering expression sitting upon her face… the one of sadness.

    She stared blankly in the air, sinking deeply into thoughts as her lips moved, with no word coming out of it.

    The door creaked open and she jerked out of thought, clasping her hand. “Any news, Hilda?”

    “Not a word, my lady.” came the maidservant’s reply.

    She walked toward her, and placed a tiny stool with a silver plate on its surface atop her.

    “I’m not hungry.” The young maiden said.

    “But, my lady -” The maid servant made to talk.

    “I said I’m not hungry.” An angry expression broke across her lips.

    “I’m sorry.” The frightened maidservant apologized and carried the tray in her hands.

    She hurried out quickly, shutting the door as she went, and walked down the long stairs.

    She met her lady’s mother on her way, and the elderly woman asked her why the plate still had the same proportion in it.

    She explained everything to her and the woman took the food from her, climbing up the stairs, and placed a knock on her door. “Akana? Akana.”

    “Mom?”

    “Akana, open the door.” She pleaded.

    “I’m coming,” Akana answered.

    The door pulled open and a warm smile appeared on her lips. “Akana, dear. Please have your food. You can’t starve yourself just because your father yelled at you.” Her mother spoke.

    Akana gave a sigh, walking back to her bed, and with a leg partly folded backwards, sat on the wooden bed.

    “Oh, my child. Please eat something. Even if its a little.” Her mother insisted.

    “I don’t want to, mother. I already told Hilda.” She crossed her arms, with her face thrown in the opposite direction.

    “You’re just as stubborn as your father,” Her mother started, caressing her hair. “You know he loves you very much and would get really sad if he found out you refused to eat.”

    “Loves me?” Akana turned to her. “Mom, he always gets mad at me. He always does, like I’m not his daughter or something, or he just doesn’t like me.” She whined.

    “Oh, dear. Don’t talk like that. Your father loves you very much.” Her mother comforted, bringing her head on her bosom.

    “Then why do I feel the opposite?”

    “Shh.” Her mother hushed and began singing.

    🎶Now you will learn to know 🦋
    🎵The path that you barely see 🌄
    🎶Someday I know you will find 🌥
    🎵🎶And then you will know what you see ✨✨✨.

    “What I see?” Akana rose her head up.

    “Yes, Akana. The world isn’t really as we see it…”

    “A-are you trying to tell me something, mother?” Akana stared with suspicion.

    “Oh, no, dear.” Her mother chuckled, pulling her in her arms. “Your far too young for what you seek.”

    “But I’m 19 -” Akana frowned.

    “Oh, my dearest child. You still are young.”

    “Mommy, promise you’ll never leave me.” Akana’s innocent voice rang.

    “Of course. Of course, my princess. I’ll never leave your side.” Her mother whispered in her ears.

    “I love you very much, Mommy.” She tightened her embrace.

    “And I love you most, my pretty rose.”

    They sat in a mother-daughter’s embrace and when the hug was broken, Akana’s mother convinced her to eat, as she did.

    Later in the day, Akana strolled the rose garden, picking up roses and placing them in a basket, as she hummed, admiring the beautiful scenery.

    She had a strong acknowledgment for nature and also admired it’s beauty with a strong passion, to an extent she composed poems and put its gracious view into pictures and drawings.

    She walked some more, waving her basket, as she stopped, turning abruptly at the rustling sound amidst the flowers. Hmm, she thought, drawing close.

    She bent forward, examining it for a while, and got up again.

    She heard footsteps approach, giving a gasp as she turned.

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    ❄TBC ❄

    🦋After writing this ✍️, and I don’t get the views worth to be gotten on this, I won’t post my next story >>> ITOHAN 💘💘💘

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    EDITED PART OF THE PREVIOUS

    I am Arianus. Half mortal, half beast. I am the only one of my kind, and was conceived when my father laid with a woman under the guise of a man. My mother died at labour’s feet, and I was thence welcomed into my father’s embrace and, thus became the first seed of the ruler of the Dark Realm – The first hybrid ever known.

      I am… the first blood prince!!!

      “My Lord, she’s escaped!

      The Dark king got up on his feet. “What?! That can’t be!” His voice thundered as he turned to face his son. “Arian!”

      “Yes, father,” The prince of Hades bowed before him.

      “Go into the world! Search every corner of the earth! And… bring her to me!!”

      The morning birds chirped, and the community church bell chimed at a distance. The air glistened with after-rain, and little feet scampered outside on the went grounds.  Inside, a pretty maiden sat; hair tied in a bun, and lips as red as pretty petals, and a lingering expression sitting upon her face… one of sadness.

      She stared blankly in the air, sinking deeply into thoughts as her lips moved, but her voice unheard.

      The door creaked open and she jerked out of thoughts, clasping her hands together. “Any word from outside, Hilda?”

      “Not one, my lady.” came the maidservant’s reply.

      She walked toward her, and placed a tiny stool with a silver plate on its surface, atop her.

      “I’m not hungry.” The young maiden said.

      “But my lady -” The maidservant made to talk.

      “I said I’m not hungry!” An angry expression broke across her lips.

    “I’m sorry.” The frightened servant apologized and carried the tray in her hands.

      She hurried out quickly, shutting the door as she went, and walked down the long stairs.

      She met her lady’s mother on her way, and the elderly woman asked her why the plate still had the same proportion in it.

      She explained everything to her and the woman took the food, climbing up the stairs, with a knock placed on her door as she approached. “Akana? Akana!”

      “Mom?”

      “Akana, open the door.” She pleaded.

      “I’m coming,” Akana answered.

      The door pulled open and a warm smile appeared on her lips. “Akana, dear. Please have your food. You can’t starve yourself just because your father yelled at you.” Her mother spoke softly.

      Akana gave a sigh, walking back to her bed, and with a leg partly folded backwards, sat on the wooden bed.

      “Oh, my child. Please eat something. Even if it’s a little.” Her mother insisted.

      “I don’t want to, mother. I already told Hilda.” She crossed her arms, with her face thrown in the opposite direction.

      “You’re just as stubborn as your father,” Her mother started, caressing her hair. “You know he loves you very much and would get really sad if he found out you refused to eat.”

      “Loves me?” Akana turned to her. “Mom, he always gets mad at me. He always does, like I’m not his daughter or something.” She whined.

      “Oh, dear. Don’t talk like that. Your father loves you very much.” Her mother comforted, bringing her head on her bosom.

      “Then why do I feel the opposite? That he doesn’t like me.” She continued.

      “Shh-shh.” Her mother hushed and began singing.

      Now you will learn to know
      The path that you barely see
      Someday I know you will find…
      And then you will know what you see.

      “What I see?” Akana raised her head up.

      “Yes, Akana. The world isn’t really as we see it…”

      “A-are you trying to tell me something, mother?” Akana stared with suspicion.

      “Oh, no, dear.” Her mother chuckled, pulling her in her arms. “You’re far too young for what you seek.”

      “But I’m 19!” Akana frowned.

      “Oh, my dearest child. You still are young.”

      “Mommy,” She called. “Promise you’ll never leave me.”

      “Of course. Of course, my princess. I’ll never leave your side.” Her mother whispered in her ears.

      “I love you very much, Mommy.” She tightened her arms around her.

      “And I love you most, my pretty rose.”

     

      Later in the day, Akana strolled the rose garden, picking up flowers and placing them in a basket, as she hummed, admiring the beautiful scenery.

      She had a strong passion for nature and admired it’s wonderful scenery, composing poems and songs in honor of its beauty.

      She walked some more, swinging her basket and twirling, as she stopped, turning abruptly at the rustling sound amidst the flowers. Hmm, she thought, drawing close.

      She bent forward, examining it for a while, and got up again.

      She heard footsteps approach, and she gasped, turning around.

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    GHOSTED THREE >>> EPISODE TWO

    “Isabella -” The unknown visitor breathed.

      “Isabella?” She moved closer. “I’m sorry, who are you?” She asked, rolling her eyes at the haggard-looking bloke. “And how did you get in?” Does my father know you’re here?” She asked simultaneously, staring at him.

      “I’m Lorenz.” He stretched out his hand.

      She looked at him, clasping her hands together. “You shouldn’t be here,”

      “Akana!” Her father’s voice came.

      “She shuddered, turning around, and back to the stranger as she saw no one.

      “Akana, who are you talking to?” Her father bellowed, making for her.

      “N-no one, father. N-no one.” She stuttered, feeling scared.

      “How many times have I told you not to leave your room? How many times, Akana?” He barked at her.

      “But father -”

      “Don’t, Akana! Just go up to your room… now!”

      “Akana…”

      “Mommy… Mommy -” Akana rushed to her.

      “Oh, child. Why are you crying?”

      “Mommy, it’s Dad. He’s started again.” She whimpered. “He’s always making it seem as if I’m the bad one here, whereas I’m not.”

      “Akana…”

      “Raoul!” Akana’s mother hollered with an angry stare, and looked back at her daughter. “Come on, my child. Let’s go inside.” She said to her.

     
      She went up to her room, slumping onto her bed, as she thought about the strange lad she had seen. She wondered if anyone had seen him, and feared they might have, hoping her father won’t hear of it.

      Night came, and she heard a tap on the glass leading to the balcony, as she sat up alerted, seeing a slender figure behind. “Who is there?” asked Akana.

      She waited for an answer one time, and got up reluctantly, cursing under her breath. “You again?” His face came in sight as his cap came off.

      “Hi.”

      “How did you…?”

      “You dropped this,” He wiggled the basket in the air.

      “Th-thank you.” She said nervously, taking it from him. “How did you get in?” She rolled her eyes.

      “Magic.” He smiled.

      “Please you have to go, or my father will see you.” She shook, moving inside.

      “Does he always treat you like that?”

      “He -” Akana stopped, hearing a knock on her bedroom door.

      She gasped lightly, pulling her with him, as she motioned to the closet.

      She quickly rushed to her bed, feigning anger as the door swung open. “What do you need?”

      “Akana,” He started, “I just want to say I’m sorry,”

      “Sorry won’t do!” She threw her head away.

      “Look, I just panicked. I thought something bad was going to happen to you.”

      “Something bad?” She turned to face him. Seriously, Dad? That’s your excuse?” Her asked with a raised voice.

      “Come on, I said I’m sorry.”

      “Well, you don’t have to protect me. I’m a grown woman and sure can take care of myself!” She gritted.

      A soft sigh eluded her father’s lips and he sat beside her. Okay, fine. I won’t do that again.

      “Promise, Daddy?” Her face softened into a smile.

      “Mm-hmm,” Her father nodded, clasping her hand. “But please promise you’ll be careful.”

      “Careful?” She laughed. “Dad, you talk as if someone’s going to take me away any minute.”

      “No one’s going to. I just want you to be. Okay?”

      “All right, Dad. I’m sorry I talked back at you.” She apologized sincerely.

      “Oh, it’s fine. Get some sleep.”

      “Okay, Dad.” She smiled faintly, making to lie down. “Oh, Dad. I forgot to ask. Can I go see Elisabeth?” She asked, as a frown coated his face. “Hilda can come.” She added quickly, pouting her lips.

      “Okay then. As long as Hilda’s with you, I approve.” He said, and turned to leave.

      Akana heaved a sigh of relief, watching him walk out the door, as she made for her closet. “You can come out now,” She whispered at the pull of the door.

      “Whew! You two sure did talk a lot.”

      “Don’t start,” She gave him a frown. “Why are you here? And how do you know who I am?” She clenched her teeth.

      “I don’t.” He gave a straight answer.

      “Then why are you here?”

      “Cause… cause I saw you picking roses in the garden and thought maybe you’d want some help.”

      “Really?” She folded her arms and raised her brows.

      “Yeah. But I can go if you don’t want me here. I’m sorry for bothering you.” His countenance fell as he made to leave.

      She grabbed hold of his arm, coming in front of him. “Please don’t leave. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She said.

      A smile broke out on his lips and he listened to her.

      They talked like they’ve known before, and Akana was really glad that she had found a friend; someone who she can talk to anytime – Her little secret.

     
      “Arian… Arian…”

      “Father?” Arian’s eyes stood open, as he found himself amidst green fumes.

      “Arian, why are you yet to return with her?”

      “Father, I haven’t found her.” He bowed his head.

      “That’s a lie!” His voice thundered. “Do not tell me your mother’s heart has grown on you.. ”

      “No, father. I am like you.”

      “Good! Now, I give you seven days. Seven days!” He roared. “Seven days, and if I you’re yet to return, I’ll wreak havoc on the world. Do you understand?”

      “Yes. Yes, father.” He said, and a gust of wind hovered, and his voice was no more.

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    GHOSTED 3 >>> EPISODE FOUR

    He sat thinking about his father’s threat as he looked to where his woman laid, and his heart pricked with emotions.

      Drawing close, he kissed her lightly on her lips as they moved, a soft moan covering them. “Hey.” She rubbed her eyes, holding the mattress close to her bosom. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

      “Nothing. You should get some sleep.” He faked a smile.

      “Nothing? Then why do you have that look on your face?” She looked worriedly.

      “It’s nothing. Come on, it’s almost sunrise.” He pulled her up, and had her place his head on his chest.

      He breathed a sigh, brushing a strand of her hair aside, and watched whilst she slept.

     

      On the third day, a deadly plague broke out on the Javari people, and so did chaos.

      Blood went flowing in the waters, and bees and locusts swarm all through the land.

      Water ceased to flow, leaving animals to die. The air becoming dry and thing, with the plants withering, leaving animals and humans with nothing to eat. 

      They wondered what wrong they have done and prayed to their saviour in sack cloths and ashes.

      Akana’s home was not left out as the entire household was in mourning. The death of Nagar… the oldest woman in their clan (who died of the plague) was a terrible blow to everyone.

      She was buried the following day, and the day after that, another tragedy stuck. Scattered bodies were seen on every way, with their flesh torn apart and eaten, as vultures hovered and flocked around them.

      The once peaceful town thus became a town of horror, stopping all town trades and keeping people shut from the outside world, while some fled.

      Raoul and his wife sat in their room, as they discussed the tragic happenings.

      “What shall we call this,  Achana?”

      “Even I cannot tell. This is beyond me, my husband.” Achana shook her head.

      “But something has to be done.”

      “Like what, my Lord? People are dying and not even the saviour is yet to come to our aid.”

      “You don’t believe this has got to do with what happened five years ago?” He asked, his face twitching.

      “What does that have to do with this?”

      “I don’t know. I just have this feeling -” He rubbed his chin with thoughts.

      “Why do you?” Achana asked.

      “Maybe because we knew nothing, before we got ourselves involved!”

      “Can you please keep your voice down. Someone might hear you.” Achana alerted.

      “But you know a time will come when we’ll have to tell her. The child has come of age.”

      “But my Lord, she’s just a child. Our child!” Achana breathed.

      “Our child? When are you going to stop protecting her?!”

      Protecting me? What does Dad mean by that? Do they have another child? Have they been fooling be all these years? These thoughts ran through her mind as she walked back to her room.

      She turned the doorknob, stepping inside as she gasped. “Lorenz!”

      “Shh!”

      “Blimey, you started me.” She muttered under her breath, shutting the door fast.

      “You do know you can’t be coming in here like this… what if someone saw you?” She said as they sat down.

      “Why? You didn’t miss me?” His countenance fell.

      “Not that. I just don’t want father to see you. You know how mad he’ll get.” She said coyly, placing her head on him.

      “Don’t worry, he won’t.”

      “But why don’t you want me to introduce you to them? We’ve been seeing each other for a year now -” She arched a brow as he kept mute. “Or don’t you want them to know about us?”

      Her acquaintance swallowed and sat upright. “There’s something I need to tell you h”

      “Why? What’s that?”

      “We can’t be together anymore, Akana.” He dropped the bombshell, as Akana’s eyes widened.

      “Y-you don’t mean that, do you?”

      “I’m sorry, Akana. But I have to do this. You have to forget about me… about us!” He removed her hand from his and got up.

      Tears streamed down her face and Akana clung to him. “No, Lorenz. No… you can’t leave me.”

      “I have to do this. Please let go.” He pushed her away gently, and with a final look, exited the room.

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