Song: Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi (Yes I know it's not a Ghanaian song, but it fits this chapter so well and I love it)

*Unedited* (Do you guys remember when Kofi said he was going to break Elorm? So this is what he was talking about 😂😂)

Detective Asamoah probably didn't know that we were in a hotel filled with rich, paranoid people. A hotel that was tight with security for the lives of the people who had enough money for top notch security.

He had our bodies very close, leaving only enough space for his gun to press against my back. I began walking. I made sure the look on my face displayed panic and I began exaggerating my limp.

It worked. In no time, I'd caught the attention of one of the security guards. Her eyes caught the movement, her brows lowering with suspicion. I widened my eyes and subtly gestured with my head to the detective behind me. She came over.

"Is everything alright?" She asked. She had a familiar accent. Basically, it was the accent any Ewe person raised in Ewe land who allows their Ewe accent to dilute the English one had.

I smiled.

The detective shoved the gun deeper into my skin as a warning. "Everything is fine."

"He has a gun," I said, not in English, but in Ewe.

She didn't look at me or give any indication that she understood what I said. She just nodded. "Your... girlfriend, I presume? She's limping. You might want to have that checked."

"Yes, of course," he replied, digging the thing into my back. "We'll be leaving now. Thank you."

Then he began leading me to the lift. I observed the woman closely. She was walking away. She didn't give me any special look to show me that she was planning anything. She probably didn't understand me.

"What did you say?" The man asked once we were in the lift. By some stroke of bad luck, no one was coming inside with us. "And which floor should I push?"

"I don't know the answer to either question," I shrugged.

He pushed the third one, which unfortunately happened to be the floor we were on. "Don't play with me. I will not hesitate to empty this gun in you."

"If you do, there's no way you'll be getting away."

"Yes, but you'll be dead. Tell me which of those fates you think is better."

"I know you're going to kill both of us if you get the drive anyway. We know you're dirty."

"So what you're saying is that the drive has something that's worth killing you for on it?"

"I didn't say that. I said you'll kill us because we know you're dirty."

"Two suspected murderers' word against an honourable detective's? I don't think so," he sneered. "Tell me, what's on it? Did the dead man snitch?"

"Is there something he should be snitching about?"

"Don't play dumb with me girl," he lifted the gun and pressed it against the side of my head instead. "I know you know."

"You know I know what?"

He shoved me.

I winced, biting back a pained moan on slamming against the lift's doors. My ribs had healed faster than we'd expected, but there was still a dull ache triggered by manhandling. My recently relocated, mildly bandaged thumb too wasn't spared from the contact.

"Even if I don't, they're going to kill you anyway. We know about you. You murdered the chief, and now Mr. Faye. The infamous Elorm Nutsugah. It's nice to meet you," he said sarcastically.

"Nice. I'm famous."

"You also managed to turn Kofi Faye against us. Don't think we don't know what the two of you are planning. It's the whole reason why his uncle thought it was time to take you two out, but for some reason, he ended up dead."

"Which was his plan all along, I'm sorry to burst your bubble," I said, just as the lift dinged, indicating that we'd reached our destination.

"Don't try to play smart," he returned the gun to its previous position, as the lift's doors parted.

What happened next was a little bit blurry. Something - I believe it was a smoke bomb, if there was anything like that - was thrown into the lift and immediately it gassed up, someone reached inside and pulled me out. I looked at the person bewilderedly, relaxing immediately I recognised the security guard from downstairs.

The other male security guards rushed in and restrained the detective while the female one was trying her best to force good, untainted air into my lungs. "Are you okay?" She asked me.

I nodded, stumbling out of her reach. Even though I'd inhaled the gas for a mere few seconds, it had succeeded in making me drowsy. She took her mask off and put it on my face, covering my mouth and nose. It made everything better. I breathed and closed my eyes as I felt my mind clearing.

Once I was at a hundred percent, I gave her a thumbs-up and she took the mask off. The other security guards had carted the unconscious dirty detective into the lift and were taking him down.

"Did you get attacked inside the hotel?"

"I did," I nodded. "Says a lot about your security, doesn't it?"

She frowned. "I will report this to the manager and measures will be taken to make sure this doesn't happen again. I'm sure you will be compensated for this too."

"Oh no, thank you. I'm sure my boyfriend and I won't be staying."

She sighed and I walked away. I was pissed off unreasonably because that woman had just saved me, and I thanked her by acting like a first­­-class female dog. Perhaps my nerves were just still all over the place.

I knocked and rested my forehead on the door while I waited for Kofi to come. He took his time, causing me to knock again. He opened the door on the third knock. I glared at him.

"You won't believe what just happened," he said.

I gave him a flat look. "Really?" I muttered sarcastically.

He stepped aside for me to enter. I went and plopped myself on the bed, took the pill out of my pocket and began reading the instructions on it.

"Really. I was watching the video and guess whose name was on the bad cops list."

"Detective Luke Asamoah?" I asked dryly.

"Yes! How did you guess that?"

I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed. "Make some copies and turn those things in right now. They're after us. I was just attacked by that same person."

There was a slight pause, then he said in a firm voice, "We should leave. If they know that we're here, then they can send someone else after us."

"No, don't worry. This hotel is safer than being outside with no car."

"Elorm, I'm serious when I say this, go to bed. Sleep, close your eyes. I can't even begin to describe how tired you look right now."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Ours. It was your choice to stay up too. Don't blame me," he said, smiling.

"I've gotten so used to sleeping next to my human heater that I can't do without it anymore," I lifted one brow to give him a suggestive look and popped a pill into my mouth.

"'It'. It's nice to know that I'm an object to you now. Thank you."

"I have a dislocated thumb for you. You have no right to be angry with me."

"I was wondering why your thumb looked funny yesterday and why it's slightly bandaged today."

"Kofi, make copies of the videos, send them to your brothers and come to bed. Why are you so annoying?"

"You know, I didn't think of that. You're right, I should get to it and let them turn the evidence in. I'll be right with you," he said, going back to his seat behind the laptop. He took a much longer time than I'm sure he needed. My eyelids began drooping.

I was half asleep and it was dark, cold and raining when he finally joined me in bed. I felt the bed dip and I squealed a little when he scooped me in his arms. He kissed my nose and whispered something about how beautiful I was.

I smiled in my sleep that night.

* * *

I woke up to the enticing smell of quality food coming from all around me. I opened my eyes, rubbing them sleepily while I sat up. "What is that?" I asked.

"It's afternoon already," Kofi replied. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, while he slurped something from a bowl. "Our money was refunded and we were given free food for as long as we decide to stay, all because you were attacked." He smiled, his mouth full of mango slices as he leaned over and pressed a kiss on my lips. "You're amazing, Elorm."

"Hasn't anyone taught you not to kiss a lady while she has morning breath?" I huffed annoyedly, jumping off the bed and going into the bathroom.

"Lady? Where's the lady?" He began darting his eyes all around the room.

"Funny," I muttered and banged the door shut. I brushed my teeth and rinsed my face before I went out again. I finally noticed the mountain of food surrounding him, which was where the good smells were coming from.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"Famished," I replied, going to sit on his lap. He just gave me a bowl of watermelon slices and went back to eating his food. I frowned. "You're greedy with food. I hope you're aware of that."

"I'll be turning twenty this year. I have to eat because this year is my last year for growth."

"Trust me, you do not need to get any bigger," I finished talking before I realised what that sounded like. I groaned and slapped my face, knowing the round of teasing that was about to come next. And he didn't spare me. By the time he was done teasing me, I was prepared to chuck him out the window. "Men and your stupid ego."

"Sorry that we like getting complimented. I'm sure you would like it if someone told you that you tasted like sour milk, won't you?"

I gasped. "Is this you trying to tell me something?"

"Relax. No, of course not," he laughed mischievously. "But eat fruit, in case."

I gasped again and got off him. I grabbed a pillow and whacked him hard with it as he guffawed like an idiot. "I blame myself. It's my fault for letting you within two feet of me."

"And you'd gladly do it again."

"We'll see," I sneered, going to sit on the opposite side of the bed.

"Before you give me that fake silent treatment, come and see this," he said.

I had my back to him, so I turned slightly. He was holding a newspaper and smiling at me. I lifted my eyes and caught the headline, then caught the photos splayed across the front page. "Why is your ugly face on the front page of the newspaper?"

"You mean the ugly face that you're crushing on?"

"Keep dreaming."

He came and sat beside me, spreading the newspaper on both our laps. "You must've noticed I came to bed late. I was talking with my brothers. Your brother is fine and he's put on a healthy amount of weight, they sent pictures. But more importantly, I had them sort through the videos and turn in all the evidence to the proper authorities. All hell broke loose during the middle of the night."

"Did you tell them what we did?"

"Really? All I said, and that's all that you can think of?"

"Kofi, I hope you didn't tell them without my permission," I pouted.

"I need your permission to tell them?"

"Yes!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that."

"That means you told them!"

"They're my brothers, and they'd been waiting for that news for a long time, so I couldn't hold it back."

"A family of fornicators. Imagine celebrating fornication."

"Really? Holy Mary, who fornicated three times in one night, when most girls would've been crying after the first time."

"I was already in pain, shut up."

He laughed, but it lost tempo and came to a prolonged halt after a while. "Wolfgang didn't take it well."

I rolled my eyes. "I never liked him. I never will, I thought I made that clear."

He gave me a disapproving look. "I might like you, but that's my brother. Have a little compassion. And by the way, it's really sad how women are. Wolfgang had always been good to you. If he hadn't done all he'd done, I wouldn't have been able to boast about being the only man in your life, but instead, you chose me. Me, the one who'd been rude and downright evil to you. Women," he chuckled.

He was just joking, but his words threw me off my cloud nine and I fell back onto this cruel, hard world. He was right. He didn't deserve me after everything he'd done. Wolfgang didn't deserve me either, but it would've made much more sense if I'd chosen him rather. Even he ­­­­­- Kofi - realised that I was wrong for choosing him.

I was stupid, driven by emotion. He didn't deserve me.

"As I was saying, the news spread like wildfire. The syndicate is actually established in a lot of countries worldwide, the United States - no surprise there - being the leading and most profitable location. Today, so many people were arrested while you slept. Unfortunately, some others managed to evade the law after catching wind that something was going down. But they're fugitives now so that's good at least."

I nodded. "So it's finally all over?"

"Yes," he said, looking at me uncertainly. His hand came up and touched my chin, causing me to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," I said.

"Yes, you're right, we do," he rubbed his palms and laughed nervously. "I... was wondering if you wanted to move in with my brothers and me at my grandparents'?"

"What? Why would you ask me that?" I asked alarmedly, moving away from him.

His smile faded a little. "No, I'm not asking you to move in with me as... a couple. It's just... well they're going to arrest your ex too, and you'll have no one to take care of you-"

"I can take care of myself," I said defensively.

"I know that," he chuckled. "You've proven that so many times. Yesterday, you took care of me and yourself, so trust me, I know that. But my point is that you have no money, and the people still hate you. I don't think anything is going to change. It'll be hard for you to make enough money to feed yourself and your brothers."

"I'm not a charity case."

"I never said you were," he frowned, "stop being difficult and try and reason with me. I have feelings for you. It's only natural that I'd want to see to it that you and your family are fed and happy."

"That's where the problem is," I seethed, the anger spewing off my tongue, "I don't have feelings for you. In fact, I dislike you a lot."

"Really?" He asked, jokingly. "That's not what you said last night. I quite remember you nodding when I asked whether you liked me back."

"I lied. I slept with you, but it was not because I have feelings for you. It was an 'in the moment' thing. Plus, I didn't see where my life was heading then. I just wanted my first time to be with someone who actually had real feelings for me, not some lustful idiot like Michael."

All his features fell into their natural positions, giving me that blank look that only he and his uncle could perfect. "Why are you saying this? Where is all this coming from?"

"Consider this is my revenge for everything you did to me. Kofi, you tried killing me three times. You make me wake up in the middle of the night, sweaty, thinking about demon horses and being naked and exposed to the elements-"

"You never woke up in the middle of the night, sweaty."

I bit my lip, embarrassed. "It... it doesn't happen when we sleep together," I said. His face didn't change. "But it happened. A few times. And it still isn't right. What you did to me was, is unforgivable."

"So you decided to play with my feelings. You took my virginity even after I told you that I was saving that for the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. You did this to me just after the man I thought was my father died, and my parents, who he'd kept living as animals for eighteen years died in front of my very eyes."

My heart dropped. "This is nothing compared to what you did to me."

He inhaled and exhaled softly, licked his lips and stood up. He looked for his shirt and put it on, then looked for his shoes and wore them too. "Come, let's go and pick your brother up."

"Did you hear me?" I asked, thrown off by the sudden change of topic. "I'm not moving in with you."

"Don't worry, the offer doesn't stand anymore. I'm going to take you to him so that you both can go back to your village."

"So that's it? You're not going to say anything?" I asked, standing up.

"Well, what can I say? You've made your decision, and I respect that. I'm fine because I know I've apologised, and that's all I can do, really. For what it's worth, I hope you can forgive me one day, because it's unhealthy to hold a grudge like this for a long time. But I, will never forgive you for what you just did to me." He left the room, slamming the door behind him.

When he left, my knees turned to jelly and I fell back on the bed. My eyes were burning and itching. I was only relieved of that torture when my eyes were filled with tears. I was confused as my chest became heavy and my whole body was drowning in cold, dark sorrow.

I did the right thing, so why was I crying? Kofi deserved to be in prison with the rest of the criminals. If he turned himself in, perhaps that was the only way I'd end up forgiving him. But he wouldn't do that for me. I knew he wouldn't.

I wiped my eyes and stood up, even though my stomach was churning. I would go with him to pick my brother up and that was it. That would be the last time I'd ever see him. Again, I was confused as to why the thought brought fresh tears to my eyes. He didn't deserve my tears. He was a terrible person who would go scot-free for his crimes.

I went down the lift to the ground floor. I was stopped by the manager before I could leave the hotel, and he asked me if I enjoyed my stay and apologised profusely for the security breach. He told me that it had been saved in the system that I could spend three free nights with free food in the hotel, no matter whether he was still the manager or not.

I nodded robotically, saying a simple word of thanks before I went out. I scanned the parking area for Kofi. When I saw him, he was standing beside an Uber, his green eyes cold and malicious. He entered the car and I followed suite, feeling nervous and fearful.

He didn't speak to me during the long drive to his uncle's polo club. He sat the farthest he could from me, looking out the window. The silence and distance between us felt heavy and suffocating. I could barely breathe as I looked out the window myself. My eyes quickly filled with tears and my throat was tight.

I was working on keeping any sounds in, when a treacherous sob escaped my lips. I felt the seat shift as Kofi quickly turned around, and the driver looked at me through his mirror.

"Don't you dare cry," Kofi hissed. The whites of his eyes were red as he spoke and his fists stayed clenched beside him.

"I'm crying because I miss my brother."

"Then save your tears till you see him," he said, his red eyes remaining on me before he turned away.

If anything, that interaction made me cry even harder. I couldn't stop the sobs this time. They came out freely even as I tried pressing down on my mouth with my hands. I spotted Kofi tensing with every sound that escaped me like a pressure cooker threatening to explode.

"Stop. Stop the car," Kofi said, once he couldn't take it anymore.

"We're in the middle of the road," the driver replied.

"Then park and let me out," he continued. His voice was dark and emotionless as he spoke.

"Should I cancel the trip?"

"No," he shook his head. "I'll just take another car."

The driver did as he said and parked at the shoulder of the road. Without another word, Kofi stepped out of the car and began walking in the opposite direction.

My fists clenched, and I shot out of the car, eyes filled with tears. "This is all your fault! This would've never happened if you didn't do what you did to me!"

People were looking at me, but I didn't back down. I was sad, angry and confused and I didn't know why or what to do with my emotions. I was a wreck.

Kofi turned back to look at me. "Two wrongs don't make a right."

"How dare you?" I marched up to him. "How dare you tell me that! You deserve everything I did to you and even more! I don't care what happened in your past or whether your uncle was giving you medicines that messed with your mind! It doesn't excuse what you did to me!"

He stayed at the side of the road while people pulled their phones out. "Get back in the car. The sooner you get your brother, the sooner you can leave my brothers and me in peace."

"That's the problem! You don't deserve peace after what you've done to me! You deserve suffering and starvation and the lack of assurance that you're going to live to see the next day behind bars. You and your brothers!"

"I deserve more suffering than I've been through already?" He laughed, tears snaking down his cheeks. "You don't think everything I've been through these past few days is enough? How did you even manage to make love to me when you hate me this much?"

"Make love? That was hate sex. Haven't you ever heard of it?" I hissed.

He shook his head and wiped the tears away, his face going back to that stoic expression. "Get back in the car."

"No!" I bellowed. All the emotions were surging through me and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to touch him and forget everything, but I also wanted to make him suffer as much as he made me suffer, and how he was making me suffer right now. "I hate you, Kofi Faye," I raced forward and shoved him. "I hate you so much. I hate you, everybody hates you. Your uncle was right. No one loves you. Not your brothers, heck, not even Jesus. Everything hates you. The ground, the sky, the air you breathe hates you. You will be alone till the day you die. You'll live alone and you'll die alone and your afterlife will be filled with loneliness."

He didn't look at me or reveal that he heard me, but I saw how his fists unclenched and his expression became even more closed off than ever. "You know, the worst part about that is that it's all true. No one loves me and I have come to terms with that. There was no need to shout it to the world, but that's okay. If it makes you feel better, go ahead. Scream it on top of your lungs."

And I did. "No one loves you, Kofi Faye!" I screamed it until I collapsed into a sorrowful heap on the ground, crying my heart out. My throat was tight and burning as I screamed, my whole face wet with tears. It was funny; I was crying because I knew I was lying. I loved him, and I counted as someone.

The Uber he had called had finally arrived and he quickly stepped into it.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hissed, rising to my feet like a zombie.

He tapped his driver's shoulder and he started the car.

"You belong in prison. That's where you belong, it doesn't matter where you go. You will never find peace until you pay for what you did to me," I hissed, wiping my tears away.

Then he finally looked at me, his eyes displaying so much sorrow and pain. "I already have, and boy, how I paid."

The driver started the car and drove off at high speed. I felt my legs go weak again, and I was about to collapse but the people were coming nearer to me once Kofi's car was gone. They were recording me on their stupid phones so that they could go and make fun of me online.

I quickly ducked and covered my face with my arms. They were already hooting and calling me names, telling me how wicked and heartless I was. It was great, how I'd gone from being hated by my village to very soon, being hated by the whole country.

I raced into the Uber and shut the door behind me. "What are you waiting for? Go," I hissed.

The driver gave me a judgmental look and sighed before he started the car. I spent the rest of the drive supressing sobs and flooding the whole place. When we reached the polo club, I realised that I didn't have any money on me, and the driver was pestering me to pay and get out of his car, looking at me like I was scum.

I tried explaining things to him, but he just began shouting. I was glad that we were in a rich area, because if we were in the village or any slum where mob justice was the norm, I would be killed within an instant.

I shoved my fingers into my pockets, finding a few notes. It was change from the money I used to purchase the after pill. "Here!" I said hurriedly, shoving the notes at him. I didn't care whether it was too much or too little. "Take! Take your money."

I got out of the car quickly and went inside the polo club. He didn't chase after me so I assumed that I either paid him enough or more. The man didn't even have the decency to give me my change.

Once I was inside the club, I saw Nathan. I was glad that I didn't have to look for him because I didn't really have the energy for anything but crying. I couldn't even describe how uplifting it was to see that familiar smiling face.

"Hey, Elorm," he said, coming to hug me. His arms around me and the lack of extraordinary warmth reminded me of Kofi, and before I knew what was happening, I broke down into tears again. "Elorm?" He asked, sounding confused. "I imagined you'd be happy since you and Kofi... uh."

"What?" I pulled away from him. "He hasn't been here already?"

"No?" He sounded confused. "Was he supposed to be?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. Maybe he's gone somewhere."

"Did something happen?" He touched my forehead, where the wound Kofi had given me by hitting me with the gun was. He looked at my thumb and the rest of my body. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question. Come inside, sit down."

"No, I have to go before he gets back. Give me my brother, please." I went inside ahead of him, going to the floor where their personal rooms were.

"What happened between you two? Are you leaving alone?"

"We had a fight," I said as I raced up the stairs, "and neither of us wants to see the other again, so I want to leave before he gets back."

"Um... okay," he whispered reluctantly. "Your brother is in his room."

"Are you guys going to keep this club?" I stopped and asked.

"Yes, don't worry. It was in my name and it's not illegal," he smiled, but it was worried. I knew him. He was worried about his brothers because they had illegal properties in their names.

"It's nice, how you're getting to keep money that was attained after spilling the blood of innocent women and children," I hissed. I walked away as soon as I was done talking. He didn't follow me.

I went to the second floor and walked down the hallway, finding Elikem's room. I knocked, but it took a while before Wolfgang came and opened it. When he saw me, he frowned. I pushed past him and grabbed my brother. He squealed immediately he saw me, but I didn't stop to gush like I usually would.

I was trying to race out of the room but Wolfgang stopped me by grabbing my shoulder. "You're not even going to say anything to me?"

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to apologise for sleeping with your brother? I didn't promise you anything, I'm not yours, so leave me alone," I yanked my shoulder out of his hold and stormed off.

I was going down the stairs, unsure of how I was going to get home. My heart was pounding with the fear of uncertainty, but my legs spurred on with determination.

"Elorm wait. You don't have any means to get home. I'll take you," Nathan said, chasing after me.

I wanted to ignore him, but it'd be stupid because I really didn't have any way to get home and now, I had my brother to think of. I couldn't be reckless anymore. "Thank you," I said with my back to him.

"Don't mention it," he answered. He came in front of me and lifted my chin. "You can talk to me about anything, okay? Take my number, in case you ever need anyone to talk to."

"You don't even know me," I replied, tears pooling in my eyes.

"I know you well enough, and I can see in your eyes that all you need is someone to talk to. Someone who'd understand and won't judge you."

I looked at him even though his form was blurred by my tears. I threw myself into his arms, and he hugged my brother and me. Elikem made an excited sound and reached out to play with his long hair, making us chuckle. "Thank you," I said.

"Don't mention it. Come on, let's go."

* * *

It was dark by the time we arrived at the village. Eyes were on me, but I ignored all of them. I took my brother with me to Edinam's house. Nathan followed. When we got there, she was packing her things. She told me that she was asked to leave the property within two days since the government was confiscating everything purchased in the name of the criminals. She also told me that the palace was now government property, and Michael had been arrested. The people were still loyal to him though, since they believed he could do no wrong.

I was too emotionally weakened to react to anything she told me, so I just asked her to stay with me. She was grateful, but reluctant, especially since I didn't have any money myself. After moving her things to my place, she and Nathan spoke about something that I was oblivious to. He hugged her while I watched them, confused. I wondered if he was just nice to everyone like that.

"Stay safe Elorm. Remember to call me," he said.

I nodded. "Thank you for everything." I hugged him again before he left.

After that, my family and I just sat on my bed, confused and wondering what to do next. We had no money and we were still hated, judging by the looks I received when I returned. The future looked bleak.

Edinam kept glancing at me awkwardly, her eyes darting away when I returned the stare. When she looked at me again, I fixed a pointed stare on her that commanded her to tell me what was wrong.

She sighed, went to her luggage and brought her phone out. "I thought I should show you this." She went on that vicious Twitter app and showed me the trends in the country. 'No one loves you' was trending, along with 'the exposé' and 'Kofi Faye'.

"And?" I asked.

Edinam sighed and showed me the 'No one loves you' trend. It was basically a video of me shoving Kofi and screaming that no one loved him. The comments were more vicious than I expected. Some people were even hoping that I get arrested for... murder?

Going farther down the comments, I was the heartless and cruel 'ashawo'. The 'exposé' trend was trending worldwide, since it was about the criminals that had been found out. I felt nothing as I looked at them. I didn't care about anything.

But it was when I saw the 'Kofi Faye' trend that terror and panic seized me. It had a sub-trend beneath it. The sub-trend was 'suicide'. People were hating on me because just minutes after Kofi and I had our public argument, he had taken over the Uber driver's car, kicked the driver out and crashed himself into a tree.

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Ashawo - Prostitute (Basically said in a slut shaming way) Because Elorm said she and Kofi had 'hate sex', and they didn't 'make love'.

Now it's just the epilogue left, so the story has practically ended 😕 I'm so sad and this chapter made me emotional. Wow, I always knew this book wouldn't end happily but I didn't see a main character's death coming.

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