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Chapter 84
Victor’s heart pounded painfully as he searched through the torrential downpour, calling her name over and over. His voice was strained, desperate, but the storm swallowed it up, leaving only the sound of rain hitting the pavement. He could barely make out anything in the misty, rain-soaked night.
“Eden!” His breath came out in gasps, the wet air heavy in his lungs, but he refused to stop. He couldn’t. He had to find her.
His mind raced back to that day, to the memory of her smiling face, of how she’d chased after him, her words full of concern and care. “Eden, don’t run after me,” he’d told her back then, but in his heart, he knew it had been the wrong thing to say. He had pushed her away, and now, she was lost somewhere in this storm, and all he could do was search frantically for her.
The cold rain soaked through his clothes, making him shiver. His hands shook as he wiped his face, his eyes scanning every inch of the dark street, but there was no sign of her. The world around him seemed suffocating, blurred by the downpour, and the streets were eerily empty.
“Eden… where are you?” Victor’s voice cracked, his desperation mounting as he continued to search.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught his eye. Through the downpour, he saw something—someone. A faint silhouette, barely visible in the haze of rain. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be her?
He stumbled forward, nearly slipping on the wet pavement, his breath catching in his throat. “Eden!” he shouted again, louder this time, his voice breaking through the roar of the storm.
But the figure was gone before he could reach it, disappearing into the dark streets. Victor’s chest tightened painfully. The despair of being too late, of losing her again, threatened to crush him.
The rain pelted his face as he stopped dead in his tracks. His heart raced, pounding as though it would burst. He stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring into the dark, helpless and alone.
In his dream-like state, the memories of his younger self and Eden from the past danced before him, playing out like fragments of a forgotten dream. The child’s voice, calling out to him, the innocence and sincerity in her words, echoed in his mind.
“Eden, don’t follow me… Go back…”
Victor clenched his fists, the wet cold of his hands biting into his skin. He could feel the sting of the old wounds, the scars that had never truly healed. The regrets, the missed chances, the what-ifs.
And then, as if the storm itself had summoned it, a thought hit him—was he running from her too? Was he afraid to confront the truth of what he had lost?
“Eden…” he whispered to the night, his voice trembling with grief.
He was alone now. And in this lonely, rain-drenched world, it felt like the weight of his actions, his fears, and his regrets had finally caught up with him.
Victor didn’t know how long he stood there, motionless, staring into the abyss of the night. All he knew was that no matter what it took, he couldn’t let go of Eden. He couldn’t lose her again.
Suddenly, as if the storm itself had heard his plea, the faintest sound of footsteps reached his ears. His head snapped up, hope flickering in his chest. Could it be?
He turned, eyes straining against the rain, but there was no one there. Only the wind and the storm, relentless and cold.
With a deep, painful sigh, Victor’s shoulders sagged. He had lost her again.
And yet, deep inside, there was a flicker of determination. The search would continue. It had to. He would find her—no matter how long it took.