Chapter 6: When the Past Won’t Rest

I wanted to tell Mason that it was Savannah and her system who caused my death. My illness could’ve been cured. We could’ve had a lifetime together. But Mason couldn’t see me, couldn’t hear my voice. I’d already used my last chance to visit his dreams—just to ask about that necklace. And Mason’s answer was silence. My chest ached with longing.

I screamed into the void, desperate for him to hear me. But the words died in my throat, swallowed by the silence. I was powerless, a ghost in my own story. The helplessness was suffocating.

The three necklaces had served their purpose. The destined heroine had arrived. As someone who was once closest to him, I could see how special Savannah was to Mason. Suddenly, I felt lost—after three years, was I still the irreplaceable first love? The question echoed in my mind.

I drifted through the house, touching old photographs, running my fingers over the grooves in the banister. Everywhere I looked, there were echoes of our life together. But now, they were just memories, fading with each passing day. The ache was constant.

If Mason ever learned about the system, learned why my illness got worse—would that really bring out the truth, or just drag him back into pain now that he was finally moving on? I didn’t know. The uncertainty gnawed at me.

I wondered if it was better to let the past rest, to let Mason find peace. Maybe the truth would only reopen old wounds, dragging him back into the darkness I’d tried so hard to save him from. In the end, maybe love means knowing when to let go. Even if it breaks your heart.

But the past has a way of finding you.