That Bastard Is My Destiny
Letting you Go?

Cleire sat curled up on the bed with a soulless blank look. The body is there, but the soul seems to go somewhere. His mouth did not speak even his ears refused to listen. Tears no longer wet the face of a beautiful figure like this doll.

Life, but death. Perhaps that was a suitable picture for Cleire at the moment. Seno and Clark were also present to entertain this girl, but the results were nil. None of them succeeded.

Elle herself looked fragile in her husband's arms. The woman could not help but feel the tightness of seeing her normally annoying daughter become like an undead. It was as if he had just seen Cleire so alive with his first love, but God took him back.

Until a gentle kiss on the forehead and a clear melt dripped down Cleire's smooth cheeks. Cleire with a slow response looked at the owner of the tears. Ardrich smiled painfully seeing the younger brother finally respond.

"That?" mumbling slowly.

"Yes, Cleire. It's Ar. You still know me, right?" Ar spoke softly, his hand stroking his sister's cheek.

It had been three days since the unexpected incident. The plane was reported to have crashed just above the sea leaving only the debris. Cleire was further hit by the fact that the bodies of some people were declared missing including Chris' own body. There was no last body he could see. Chris left without leaving himself again.

"Chris wouldn't like it if you were like this, Cleire. He will not be happy even with God. You want him to hate himself for making you like this." Ardrich continued to speak as Cleire's eyes could not help but look at him. Unexpectedly, Cleire's tears streamed down the corner of her eyes.

"No-no. Don't cry, okay? You should smile. That way he'll be happy." Ardrich tried to wipe away every tear that came out.

For God's sake it feels like he wants to cry as hard as possible to see the condition of his sister. But he knew it would only worsen Cleire's current condition. Ardrich is equally sad. He also felt a great loss. No matter how bad their friendship is, Chris is still his best friend.

"I– I can't" he said as a matter of fact.

Cedric who watched with the others outside the door finally chose to enter. He couldn't see a Cleire like this.

"You should be able to, Cleire! Hear. Not always will the people who are with us stay. Crying like this won't bring Chris back!"

"Cedric!" Markus approaching.

"The best thing you can do right now is let go. Let him be free. Pray for him. He is no longer with you, but he is still in your heart!" Cedric continued to speak.

"If I'm happy, will he be happy too?" ask Cleire quietly.

Weeks and Sundays changed months. A long brown haired woman with her sky blue eyes was standing with her hands clasping a bouquet of flowers in front of a vast stretch of beach.

Thank you for coming into my life and making me happy. Thank you for loving me. And thank you for realising that there was a time when I finally had to let you go.

With his heart as firm as possible, Cleire let the flowers he carried dissolve with the flow. Every month, on the same date he will come to this place as the final resting place for his loved ones.

Cleire closed her eyes, enjoying the cold gusts of wind that were hitting her face. When he opened his eyes again, Chris' shadow would always be at his side. Cleire was unwilling to try to smile.

"You're so happy to leave me. You should have said it first if you wanted to go. That way I don't have to be surprised." Cleire chuckled in slices.

"You know. Now I live in your penthouse. I'll ruin it if you don't come back too!" Cleire pretended to be pouting. The woman picked up a small pebble and threw it all her might at the beach.

"I MEANIT. THIS IS NO THREAT! I WILL LOVE OTHER MEN TOO. I WANT TO SEE IF YOU CAN ELIMINATE HIM LIKE YOU SAID BEFORE, "HE shouted FREELY.

Maybe the oral said willingly, but deep down Cleire was still hopeful. He believes that one day they will be together again. Either here or in a different realm.

"You cheated! You purposely left half of you with me, right? That way I can't catch up with you." Cleire's words changed slowly.

"What if he asks where you are? I'm afraid I can't take good care of her."

His feet were almost limp. He ended up sitting on the sand of the beach while hugging his knees. Cleire hid her face there. His body began to tremble accompanied by a heart-wrenching little sobbing.

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