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n't help but feel exasperated by his constant attempts to inflate his ego. "Stop making it seem like we

ver cared for any of it. The night stretched on endlessly, and I found myself drowning in regret for even coming

ut it felt more like the desperate plea of someone wanting something from me. I refused to su

orted, frustration dripping from my words. He chuckled dismis

t them embarrass you earlier," Elliot's attempt

arned him, closing the gap between us with determined steps. The stale air between

what? They were still going to call you because I am your fu

it

ness of the long night seemed to fade away as I confronted Elliot he

and unexpected twist in our lives. As the night progressed, we found ourselves eng

layers of Elliot's personality. Behind the facade of arrog

rocess my next step the next morning but nothing was coming to my m

wrestle with a perplexing question: was it the time that had gone awry, or was the entire world pu

should have been cozily asleep in the comfort of my own home

ut. However, the irresistible power of slumber began to seize control, luring me into its tranquil embrace

w, you brought it upon yourself," he declared, shattering the drowsy haze

one to extend kindness or care to anyone, least of all to me. I couldn't afford to appear vul

faint response, "I never asked for your pity. Just focus on y

current plight. It was his actions that had led me to t

he weight of my own choices, mixed with the burden of my father's past deeds, threatened t

that had befallen me, determined to carve a path of my own making. No longer would I let the actions of others

a pulse, and time might not always be kind, but within me lay the strength to face whatever challenges came my way. And so, as the morning light

but I didn't reply to him because it was too early

ove straight to the police statio

hat their team was still searc

do the job and my dad might be dead wherever they took him to

nymore," I said to the police and they t

om the table immediatel