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Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth

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Chapter 19

Autumn is creeping in Berlin.

The plane trees lining the streets fade to golden, their leaves curling at the edges before the wind picks up -

they twirl, flutter, swirl, and slowly and obediently descend.

They fall one layer after another onto the cobblestone streets, crunching gently underfoot.

The seasons change, just like life.

| adapted faster than | expected.

The transition was almost effortless.

The enrollment process was smooth. | becpart of the professor's research lab, integrating into the rhythm of

early mornings and late nights, the meticulous data collection, and the sterile smell of the lab.

For the first six months, | shadowed senior researchers - observing, learning, making mistakes.

By the end of the year, | had beca mentor myself.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” my professor mused one afternoon, leaning back in his chair and browsing a set of reports.

“You didn’t cafter graduation, you bet you regretted it.”

| laughed.

Regret?How could | regret it?

At that time, | never hesitated.

| just don’t have the money.

That's the only thing holdingback.

Upon hearing this, one of the senior fellows next tothe one who mentoredwhen | first joined-looked at

me

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and a look of elusiveness flashed across his face.

| saw his expression and smiled easily.

“Don’t look atlike that,” | joked. “I'm doing well now, aren't 1?”

Very well.

My scholarship covered everything | needed, and | had enough savings

Enough to remindthat | made the right choice.

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And in the future.lI’ll make more.

| never knew that on the day | left, Pax clooking for me.

That he had stood in the apartment we once shared, expecting to findthere.

That he had gone so far as to bring Nina's parents, calling them as witnesses to something he should have done

a long tago, the moment he cut ties with her for good.

For that, the Brown family had paid a price.

But Pax didn’t care.It was done.

The next morning, he rushed to my apartment.

His heartbeat hammered against his ribs, his steps hurried, the words already forming on his lips-

“Cecilia, it's over. It’s all been taken care of.”

“There's nothing stopping us now.”

But what he didn’t know that five minutes before he arrived, | had already boarded a flight to

The apartment door was still broken from the night he kicked it open days ago.

When he pushed it now, the hinges groaned, the frshuddering beneath the pressure.

He stepped inside, the words on the tip of his tongue,and then froze.

The person standing there wasn’t me.

A different girl,the new tenant.

Berlin.

She blinked at him, startled, a flicker of confusion crossing her face before recognition settled in.

“Hi?” she asked hesitantly. “I thought you left the country with her?”

The words landed like a punch to the gut.

And for the first tin his life he was panicked.

He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers tightening, his voice sharp, desperate.

“Where is she?”

“Her flight to Norway isn’t for two more days. Where did she go?”

But | hadn't told anyone. No one knew.

Pax’s hands were already fumbling for his phone, his fingers flying across the screen.

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Dialing. Texting, Calling

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Nothing.

No response.

A sharp crack echoed through the empty apartment-his phone shattering against the floor.

But even that wasn’t enough to silence the storm inside his head.

By the tmorning light seeped into the stairwell, Pax was still there.

Sitting on the cold, narrow steps of the rundown building.

Head bowed. Hands covering his face. Tears slipped through his fingers, hitting the dust-covered concrete one

by one.

Tiny, dark imprints that disappeared almost instantly.

Finally he remembered the night he had gone to pick up Nina.

He hadn't been able to sleep afterward.

He had tossed and turned, restless, uneasy.

Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, he had heard himself whispering apologies.

And somewhere, in the haze of that moment he had heard a sigh.

“Seven days left.”

At the time, he hadn't thought much of it.

Hadn't realized what it meant.

He had thought he was fighting for another chance.

That with enough effort, with enough the could turn things back.

It had never once occurred to him that she had been counting down the days until she could leave.