It had been months.
Months of searching.
Months of chasing ghosts.
Months of tearing through every lead, every whisper, every last desperate hope—
Only to find nothing.
No trace. No sign.
No Ella.
She had disappeared that night, swallowed by the fire, by the darkness, by the cruel fate they never saw coming.
And in her absence, the seven of them became something unrecognizable.
Love had been ripped from their hands.
And what was left—was ruin.
🎵Die with a smile - Bruno Mars🎵
Heeseung sat in his office, drowning in silence. The once-polished desk was buried under piles of papers, files ripped apart, notes scrawled in half-legible handwriting. The whiskey bottle in his hand was almost empty, his fingers loose around the glass, too exhausted to grip it any tighter.
He had gone through every possible lead. Every last piece of information.
All of it ended the same way.
Dead ends.
Still, every night, he told himself that she was alive. That she was out there.
But when morning came, reality stabbed him through the ribs.
She was gone.
And he had no idea how to live with that.
"I can't live a single night without you, princess."
Jay had lost count of how many fights he had been in.
Street fights. Anything to let his knuckles meet skin, anything to feel something—anything to make the screaming in his head stop.
He walked through life covered in bruises, his skin split open, his body aching, but none of it hurt more than the hole inside him.
None of it hurt more than losing her.
One night, he came home, his shirt soaked in blood, his lip split open, and as he walked into his room—
His gaze landed on the broken necklace lying on his nightstand.
The one belongs to her.
The one that had snapped the night she disappeared.
His chest caved in, his knees hitting the floor as he stared at it, hands shaking.
She had been his fate. His always.
But fate had never been kind to him.
And now, it never would be again.
"Why did you leave me, sweetheart?"
Jake had always been the one to hold them together. The one to keep them from falling apart.
But he couldn't do that anymore.
Not when he had fallen apart too.
The warmth in him had frozen over.
His laughter had faded.
His heart, once so full of love, was now nothing but an empty shell.
He watched as his brothers broke themselves, as they lost pieces of who they were, and for the first time in his life—
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