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His Death, My Awakening

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 549    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

ere was no warmth, no anger, just a cool, unreadable assessment. It was the look you'd give a stranger on the street.

to leave. Like I

ng silent and invisible, screamed at me to let him go. Do

as cold and hard and didn't care ab

ai

politeness of the room. My parents froze. The housek

e doorknob. He turned around

t soft under my shoes. I stopped a few feet in front of him, creating

ayes,"

sand. We were not Ethan and Sarah anymore. We were strangers. I saw a flicker of so

, tarnished silver locket. It was shaped like a heart. Simple.

to him on the

rs," I said. My voice

d my neck outside the campus library. His fingers were warm against my s

EO slipped. I saw the boy I used to know. The one who had given me this cheap, silly piece of jewelry a

His fingers brushed against my skin for a brief, cold second. The contact s

ound the locket, his

es dark and empty. He didn't say than

he door. The housekeeper closed

like the closing of a book. The end of a st

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“They threw me out of this city three years ago, calling me crazy, an obsessed medical student trying to ruin a business heir' s life because he chose someone else. Now I' m back, a doctor, ready to face the judgment all over again. But at my parents' suffocating welcome-home party, the news blared, announcing the brain death of renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carter. My world shattered. My glass hit the floor, and a raw, guttural sob tore through me. Everyone stared, not with judgment for Ethan, but with confusion for a grief I couldn' t name for a man I didn' t remember. They thought I was breaking over Ethan Hayes' engagement to Emily Vance. But I hadn't shed a single tear for him. Instead, I was destroyed by the death of a stranger on the news. That moment, kneeling amidst broken glass and a grief too immense to comprehend, was the beginning. It ignited a desperate, burning need to understand who Dr. Ben Carter was and why his death felt like the end of my world.”