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Story: The Cost of Forgetting Me
Clara was frail and pristine when she found him; many saw her safe at the base that night, but Landon never questioned her story because he was too enamoured to care. Now, the truth struck like lightning.
“No, it was Clara,” he muttered, but his legs buckled.
Tessa closed her eyes. “After Nora discovered you, she made emergency calls from the mountains.” Check the records if you doubt me.”
The police confirmed Tessa’s account.
Landon was devastated, muttering endlessly, “I want to see Nora. I miss her so much. If I just hold her, the pain will subside. That’s always been the case when she got sick.”
Nobody believed his remorse; everyone assumed he was faking guilt to avoid justice.
Clara dropped her mask when she was brought in.
“Yeah, Nora carried you down,” she sneered. “I just passed by and claimed credit. I flirted with her because she was so into you. It was a game, and you were overly easy.”
Her tone became venomous: “If my family hadn’t gone bankrupt and you weren’t wealthy, I wouldn’t have bothered with you.” I even staged a fall to frame her. “It hurt like hell, but it worked.”
Landon’s hollow eyes blazed with cold fury, but it was ineffective.
Clara scoffed, “Enjoy prison for the rest of your life.”
Landon was enraged, and for a brief moment, I could feel it radiating from him.
I wanted to laugh as they turned on each other, but Mom’s sobs prevented me.
The hospital staff encouraged her to share my story online, so she created videos about me, Landon, and Clara.
Our neighbours, former colleagues, and hospital workers all confirmed her account, and the story went viral.
The public demanded Landon’s punishment, and Clara was vilified.
After being ignored in the ICU, I became a symbol of injustice, and strangers sent flowers and gifts to help Tessa.
I thought seeing Landon and Clara pay would ease my pain and allow me to escape, but strangers’ love and Tessa’s unwavering devotion held me back.
I realised my mistake: I had built my life around Landon, oblivious to the greater love that surrounded me.
Instead of watching Landon in custody, I stayed with Tessa and monitored my body in the ICU.
I wanted to fight, get back in that body, live, and love the world again.
I would never let Tessa or myself down again. It was easy to die, but it took courage to live.
My soul dissolved one bright morning, and I awoke in that hospital bed.
That same day, shocking news broke: Landon attacked police during a transfer, fled, and went to Clara’s place.
When officers found Landon, they discovered two bodies: Clara had been strangled and his wrists had been cut.
At the scene, his note read: [Nora, I gave you my life; please never forgive me].
When the police informed me, I only gave a faint smile.
I no longer loved or hated Landon; he was simply gone from my life.
My journey to a new future began with letting go of the past.
“No, it was Clara,” he muttered, but his legs buckled.
Tessa closed her eyes. “After Nora discovered you, she made emergency calls from the mountains.” Check the records if you doubt me.”
The police confirmed Tessa’s account.
Landon was devastated, muttering endlessly, “I want to see Nora. I miss her so much. If I just hold her, the pain will subside. That’s always been the case when she got sick.”
Nobody believed his remorse; everyone assumed he was faking guilt to avoid justice.
Clara dropped her mask when she was brought in.
“Yeah, Nora carried you down,” she sneered. “I just passed by and claimed credit. I flirted with her because she was so into you. It was a game, and you were overly easy.”
Her tone became venomous: “If my family hadn’t gone bankrupt and you weren’t wealthy, I wouldn’t have bothered with you.” I even staged a fall to frame her. “It hurt like hell, but it worked.”
Landon’s hollow eyes blazed with cold fury, but it was ineffective.
Clara scoffed, “Enjoy prison for the rest of your life.”
Landon was enraged, and for a brief moment, I could feel it radiating from him.
I wanted to laugh as they turned on each other, but Mom’s sobs prevented me.
The hospital staff encouraged her to share my story online, so she created videos about me, Landon, and Clara.
Our neighbours, former colleagues, and hospital workers all confirmed her account, and the story went viral.
The public demanded Landon’s punishment, and Clara was vilified.
After being ignored in the ICU, I became a symbol of injustice, and strangers sent flowers and gifts to help Tessa.
I thought seeing Landon and Clara pay would ease my pain and allow me to escape, but strangers’ love and Tessa’s unwavering devotion held me back.
I realised my mistake: I had built my life around Landon, oblivious to the greater love that surrounded me.
Instead of watching Landon in custody, I stayed with Tessa and monitored my body in the ICU.
I wanted to fight, get back in that body, live, and love the world again.
I would never let Tessa or myself down again. It was easy to die, but it took courage to live.
My soul dissolved one bright morning, and I awoke in that hospital bed.
That same day, shocking news broke: Landon attacked police during a transfer, fled, and went to Clara’s place.
When officers found Landon, they discovered two bodies: Clara had been strangled and his wrists had been cut.
At the scene, his note read: [Nora, I gave you my life; please never forgive me].
When the police informed me, I only gave a faint smile.
I no longer loved or hated Landon; he was simply gone from my life.
My journey to a new future began with letting go of the past.