How could this happen? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy?
He tightened his fists.
Frank was about to say anything when Jay suddenly pushed him aside and fled out the door.
He went straight to Tera’s building.
He had a visceral feeling that Tera knew something.
How could Kyra be dead? How could she be dead?
He was sure of it now: Tera was a nurse. She must have helped Kyra make her medical documents look real!
Kyra wanted him to hurt and seem like an idiot!
Jay banged on Tera’s door, his mind racing with fear.
The door gently creaked open after a while.
Tera was quiet, which was strange compared to how angry and impatient he was.
He ran up to her and grabbed her by the collar.
“Tell me! Where is Kyra? Where is she? Where the heck is she? Did you put her away? What’s happening? How could Kyra be dead? ”
He shook her and yelled, “How could she be dead?!” ”
Tera stayed calm. She softly moved his hand away and then turned to get the third letter.
Jay saw this and took the letter from her, ripped it up, and flung the fragments on the ground.
“That’s enough! Kyra, I only need you to say one thing… Is she sick? ”
Tera looked him in the eye, and her face didn’t shift, but a bitter smile pulled at her lips.
“No,” she responded softly.
Jay’s heart missed a beat, and he went to her with begging eyes. But Tera’s words seemed like a huge weight that pulled him down into an abyss.
“No, she’s not sick.” “She’s dead.”
“Dead, do you hear me? “Kyra is dead!” she said again. ”
She pointed to the papers that were lying all over the floor.
She looked at him with a condescending look and said, “You really don’t want to read that?” Those are the last things she wrote for you.
Jay’s gaze followed her finger, and when he saw the ripped pieces of the letter, he couldn’t breathe. The breeze moved them around, and he could still see faint remnants of writing through the shreds.
He stepped back, and his legs shook.
He said, “No… this can’t be real…” “How can a force like that just disappear? She’s the woman who survived storms.”
Tera’s eyes were red, and her hands were in fists. She bent down and gathered up the bits of paper that Jay had ripped up. She didn’t say anything; she just came up to him and placed the pieces into his hands.
“Look closely. This time it’s real.”
She didn’t wait for an answer before turning around and leaving.
Jay was still stunned and glanced at the crumpled pieces of paper in his hands. He was so deep in contemplation that he could barely hear what Tera was saying.
Was this time real? Then whatever part of it wasn’t?
He ran out from Tera’s house in a huge mess.
The pieces of paper in his pocket felt like hot coals, burning through his garments and making him anxious.
He threw the pieces on the table but couldn’t force himself to touch them. He was just brave enough to stare at them from a distance. His face was pallid and colourless.
He cautiously raised his freezing hands as night fell. He carefully put the paper back together.
He couldn’t help it; tears came to his eyes and fell on the page. He wiped at them in a hurry, but the tears just kept coming and soaked the paper.
He couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.
He fell apart and cried uncontrollably.
Kyra’s messy handwriting was hard to read because of the tear streaks on the white paper.
[Jay, you said you’d do five things for me, but none of them made me happy. So, as punishment, there won’t be a divorce; simply widowhood. What do you think? Are you going to shout at me? You may only shout at my grave while holding a bouquet of flowers. I wouldn’t want to live this way again if I could.
[But at least I can be happy that I’m departing before you. I hope I never meet someone like you again in my life! Jay didn’t leave his residence for a whole week.
Tera came to meet him after that day. She smiled a little as she gave him a set of keys and looked at him, who was pale and tired. “Go look. It might hurt you even more.”
Jay knew she was doing this on purpose, and he could see the evil look in her eyes.
But he still stole the keys from her.
He got to Kyra’s underground hideout after following the address Tera gave him.
He was so shocked when he opened the door that he couldn’t move.
There were paintings of him all throughout the place, big and little.
In the back corner of the studio, Kyra had hidden pictures she had taken of Jay when he was blind—pictures of their time together.
But she never once let him see them.
His legs felt like they were made of stone, and the loss devastated his heart.
But his face was blank and confused.
His shaking hands reached for the pictures. In the images, his big hand tenderly glided over Kyra’s face, touching it over and over again.
His breathing sped up, like if his chest were going to burst.
What now?
It looked like he truly liked Kyra.
But he could never tell her now.
There were beer bottles all over the floor, but he carefully put Kyra’s paintings to the side.
His hair fell over his eyes, and the stubble on his chin made him appear like a total mess. He staggered into the kitchen to get more wine, but the cupboards were already empty.
