Chapter 9
Chapter 9
The car sped down the road, the reflections outside blurring past us. Christopher Moore gritted his teeth, his jaw taut with tension,
He was so nervous, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead.
I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to drive so fast; I wasn’t in a hurry.
But the next moment, it was as if he could hear my thoughts, and he slowed down.
He smiled, “We’ll be there soon, Olivia. Are you scared?”
ere was an emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t quite decipher.
I shook my head. “Not scared.”
He smiled back, looking relieved. “That’s good. Olivia, don’t waste yourself like this in your next life.”
I paused, my mouth opening slightly as I silently replied, “Okay.”
The car came to a stop by the sea.
Christopher hesitated to get out, gripping the steering wheel as his hands trembled.
We both knew that once we stepped out, it would be the final farewell.
I placed my hand over his, knowing he couldn’t feel it, but I wanted to do it anyway.
“Let’s get out,” he said softly.
He took off the necklace around his neck, which held a glass vial containing my ashes.
We walked along the beach, one after the other.
He had his hands in his pockets, a smile lingering on his lips.
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I watched as my transparent form became more and more visible, stopping beside a rock.
this okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes, right here.”
Christopher opened the glass vial and poured the meager ashes into his hand, then flung them into the sea.
“Go, Olivia, you’re free now!” he shouted.
A gentle breeze carried my ashes toward the depths of the ocean.
We exchanged smiles, and at last, I felt free.
“Christopher Moore!”
A furious voice rang out.
William Miller came stumbling toward me, lus eyes bloodshot.
Christopher Moure, give me back Olivia’s ashes! Please, I’m begging your
In the courtroom. I had only glanced at William
Now as he drew closer, I saw how haggard he looked.
Dark ercles under lus eyes suggested sleepless nights, and bus face was pale as if he had just come from the hospital
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He choked out, “Christopher Moore, did you scatter Olivia Brown’s ashes in the sea? Did you throw her away?”
Christopher Moore punched William Miller, his voice low and menacing. “You lost her, you did, William Miller,”
“Aren’t you marrying Isabella Miller?”
“Don’t you hate Olivia Brown? What’s with the sudden display of affection?”
William coughed up blood, shaking his head. “I wasn’t going to marry Isabella Miller; I just wanted to make Olivia angry,”
“Make her angry? Haha, William Miller, what a creative way to get back at your wife–by using your wedding to hurt her,”
“You’re disgusting, William Miller.”
iam was too weak to argue, or perhaps he simply couldn’t, because Christopher Moore was speaking the truth.
Even if that wedding turned out to be a final act of revenge against Isabella, he had originally harbored those intentions.
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If I hadn’t died, I would have been devastated by that wedding.
William lay helplessly on the beach, murmuring my name.
Hooked at my increasingly transparent form and felt a sense of peace.
Christopher Moore struck William Miller two more times.
Then suddenly, he turned to me.
In that glance, I felt a mix of farewell and relief,
I smiled, and Christopher smiled back, a genuine laugh escaping his lips.
It caught William’s attention.
He followed Christopher’s gaze to me, but he saw nothing.
Suddenly, he pushed Christopher aside, urgently asking, “Did you see Olivia?”
Where is she?”
“Christopher Moore, damn it, tell me where Olivia is!”
He searched around, but saw nothing.
Christopher smiled wanly. “Yes, I saw her.”
“From the day you came to my house looking for her, I’ve been able to see her. She’s been with you the whole time, didn’t you notice?”
William was bewildered.
He stared blankly at Christopher.
Christopher’s words became more cruel. “She went to your wedding with Isabella Miller.”
“She saw you scatter her ashes.”
“William Miller, everything you’ve done, Olivia saw every single bit of it.”
William looked as though he had been hit hard, his spirit crushed.
“Where is she?”
Christopher scoffed, raising a finger to point at me.
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“She’s right there, but she’s about to disappens, William Miller. You’ll never see her again?
“Oh, and she left you a message
“She said she hates you, ant she regrets knowing you”
Christopher looked at me with apology in his eyes.
I hadn’t said those words, but I didn’t blame him.
I knew he just wanted in
me a sense of closure,
I smiled and gave Christopher a long, deep looks
glance was a blessing for a dear friend.
Christopher, I hope your future is peaceful and smooth
And with that, we parted ways.
In my last moment, I saw William ting my name as he stumbled toward the deep sea.
Christopher sat on the beach, neither stopping nor saving him.
The entangled grievances between William and me sank into the depths of the ocean, dissipating once and for all.
