Spoilers: This is the third in my series of stories. The first
was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second,
which I only just finished, is Remembering to Forget. This
series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from
the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two. Also, just wanted to say that yeah the story has got quite complicated and hence a little confusion from me let alone you guys who have no idea what is going on in my twisted mind. Thanks for sticking by me when I've been doing this. It's nice to know I have a loyal following.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO:
Seattle; The Space Needle; October 23rd 2022
0800 hours
Max pushed the old wooden door open in to her dismal and now due to recent events, depressing apartment. Dazed, she headed for her bedroom, determined to pack her stuff and leave this city for a new beginning - before she got others she loved killed too.
Poison.
Her bedroom door was absent of its usual creak and a ghost of a smile played on Max's lips - Alec must've oiled it finally, she had constantly nagged him about that. She bit down on her lip, stopping the smile and stopping the tears, as she stepped into the room, a shriek escaping her.
Drawers partially open, clothes scattered randomly around. But that didn't matter. All of his stuff was gone.
All of Alec's stuff was gone.
Max swung her head around wildly, her eyes darting back and forth, finally resting on a folded card of paper on her pillow.
None of this made sense.
Alec was dead.
Alec's stuff was all gone.
Hands trembling, Max opened the card, reading the single word.
'Sorry.'
Alec was alive.
Alec was gone.
'Sorry.'
She had lost him.
Again.
'Sorry.'
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The End.
Author's Note:
Is he alive or did someone else take his stuff and plant the note? Stay tuned for the next instalment in my series; I will be starting it ASAP. Glad to see you made it all the way to the end and I hope you all liked it. Some feedback or ideas for my next story would be great!
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two. Also, just wanted to say that yeah the story has got quite complicated and hence a little confusion from me let alone you guys who have no idea what is going on in my twisted mind. Thanks for sticking by me when I've been doing this. It's nice to know I have a loyal following.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO:
Seattle; The Space Needle; October 23rd 2022
0800 hours
Max pushed the old wooden door open in to her dismal and now due to recent events, depressing apartment. Dazed, she headed for her bedroom, determined to pack her stuff and leave this city for a new beginning - before she got others she loved killed too.
Poison.
Her bedroom door was absent of its usual creak and a ghost of a smile played on Max's lips - Alec must've oiled it finally, she had constantly nagged him about that. She bit down on her lip, stopping the smile and stopping the tears, as she stepped into the room, a shriek escaping her.
Drawers partially open, clothes scattered randomly around. But that didn't matter. All of his stuff was gone.
All of Alec's stuff was gone.
Max swung her head around wildly, her eyes darting back and forth, finally resting on a folded card of paper on her pillow.
None of this made sense.
Alec was dead.
Alec's stuff was all gone.
Hands trembling, Max opened the card, reading the single word.
'Sorry.'
Alec was alive.
Alec was gone.
'Sorry.'
She had lost him.
Again.
'Sorry.'
* * * * *
The End.
Author's Note:
Is he alive or did someone else take his stuff and plant the note? Stay tuned for the next instalment in my series; I will be starting it ASAP. Glad to see you made it all the way to the end and I hope you all liked it. Some feedback or ideas for my next story would be great!