From Ocean's Grave To Queen

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iantly in the doorway, tears already welling in her eyes. "Eleanor," he began, his voice

iberately shaky. "She's trying to scare

in his eyes. "Eleanor, please. Ca

odern, impersonal. All the vibrant colors, the mismatched furniture, the worn edges that spoke of years of shared

aid, sensing my anger. "A new beginning. I

rget if there's no trace left behind." My eyes narrowed. "Where's the

d thing? It was just junk. I probably threw it out with th

chilling calmness in my

lding her. "Eleanor, don't. It's just a piece of wood. I can carve you another one." He looked genuinely confused, as if he could

f Hayleigh's provocations. He hadn't jus

in my throat. I turned to Blake, my voice now cold and hard. "Fin

Fine. It must be in the storage unit." He walked off towards

e sweetness that made my skin crawl. "Oh, and that bracelet." She pointed to the simple string of wooden beads interwoven with a few silver charms on my wrist, a gift from my adoptive mother, years ago

ike steel. "This was a gift f

d. "It's the only thing I have left of her! You steal ever

struggling, heard her accusations, and his face hardened. He rushed forw

manded, his voice full of anger. "Sh

g her wrist. "She tried to hurt me, Blake! She tried

gaze cold. "Eleanor, just give it back. Can't you see how much it means to her?" He h

, piece by agonizing piece. He was choosing her again. Constantly

ly audible. "You know this bra

solve. "I'm sure she just made a mistake, Eleanor. You have so much now. Can't you just let her have this one thing?" He paused, his

e last tangible piece of our shared past, the symbol of our dreams

, my voice shaking with a rage that

yes, their money, your own empire! She has nothing after you tried to run her over, after

t. My eyes burned. "I want nothing from you, Blake," I said, my voice hoarse

from Blake's hand. "No! It's mine now! Everything is mine!" She ran to the op

eleased the bird. It flew in an arc, but my fingers, miraculously, closed arou

fe. But my heart felt shattered into a million pieces. I walked for hours, the rain mingling with my tears, until I collapsed on a cold park bench, the