The mansion had been a place of
darkness, secrets, and pain. But now, it felt different–lighter, as if the ghosts of its past had finally been put to rest.
Isabelle stood at the grand entrance, the cold brass handle of her suitcase
clutched in her fingers. Max sat beside her, his warm brown eyes fixed on her as if he understood what was happening.
She knelt down and stroked his fur one last time. “You’ll be alright now, Max.” Her voice was soft, but her heart ached.
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Julian stood a few feet away, his hands curled into fists at his sides. He wanted to say something-to stop her-but the words refused to come.
The wind howled outside, rustling the trees. The storm had passed, but the air was thick with something unfinished.
Isabelle exhaled, finally meeting Julian’s gaze. A million emotions flashed in his stormy blue eyes-guilt, relief, regret. something deeper.
Something he wasn’t saying,
She took a step toward the door, but
stopped. Her heart pounded.
“Julian…” she whispered.
His jaw tensed. Say it, Julian. Say
something.
She searched his face, waiting. Hoping.
But Julian said nothing.
The moment stretched, charged with
unsaid words.
Would he stop her? Would she stay?
Her fingers curled around the doorknob.
And then-A voice.
Low, strained. “Isabelle, don’t go.”
She froze.
Slowly, she turned to him.
Julian took a step forward, his eyes dark with something raw. “Stay.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Please.”
The room felt impossibly small. The weight of everything-the past, the mystery, the truths they had uncovered-collapsed into this one moment.
Max let out a small whine, shifting
between them, as if sensing the tension.
Isabelle swallowed hard. “Why?”
Julian didn’t hesitate. “Because…” He
exhaled, his voice thick with emotion “Because I don’t want to lose you too.”
The air crackled between them.
Her pulse raced. Was this it? Was this the moment they finally stopped
running?
She took a breath, parted her lips–
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