Chapter 8
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Felix thought this would wash away his sins, but be had done.
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be fixed with an apology. Even if I sought revenge, it wouldnt erase my tales or makes the pain:
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to send me to the car.
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The internet went wild with rumors that she had gone crazy after falling as a montrent She had aver moved into the villa without permission, treating herself as the lady of the houses with to Tuod inside spe chose to starve rather than leave, still obsessed with manying me a westly family
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I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Feltx lay across my las acing like a dog watting for his master’s approval.
“Felicity, you already accepted me, right? You’ve fallen for me at least a little over the years, avent wou know I’ve made mistakes. Please forgive me. I’ve avenged you and your grandmother Let’s make things right from now on. Will you stay with me forever? I love you Felicity, love you so much
I smiled, and he mirrored my expression, clearly relieved. But the next moment my words the Tum Dek into a pit of despair.
“What made you think you’re innocent? You’re just like them.”
Although my parents‘ deaths had been accidental, he was responsible for my grandmother’s death. All had left for him was hatred.
A broken sunflower could never bloom again, and the relationship we once had could never go back to
what it was.
Back then, Felix wasn’t even called Felix. He was called Jabez Bour–a name that meant sorrow or pait- living next door with his alcoholic mother.
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I could hear him being beaten every day out he never ed
Although he was a year older than me, he was small then, even shorter than me and was often kicked out to sit on the stairs starving
I had taken him in and given him food in exchange for posing as my art model
Later, he stayed with my family for years, and my room was f
filled with his portraits
At first, his eyes were empty, but in the later drawings, he was smiling his face as bright as a sunflower. I was proud of what I had accomplished
He was like the sunflower my father had planted on the balcony, growing little by little, and always turning to the sun, smiling brightly
At ten years old, his father finally showed up
He changed his last name to Palmer and chose the name Felix because it sounded like Felicity
was happy for him, that he had finally reached the day when he could bloom toward the sun. But before
father could bring them home, the Palmers‘ enemies found us first
They couldn’t find anyone at Felix’s house, but they heard he was always eating at my house.
They were ruthless men, not after money, but murder.
