Chapter 211 - Where Goodbyes Begins.
Baldwin's Mansion
The soft rustle of fabric echoed in the quiet bedroom as Blaze emerged from the walk-in closet, already dressed in his sleek black suit. The morning light from the wide windows spilled across the polished floor, catching the glint of the silver watch fastened to his wrist. Every detail about him was sharp, calculated-his dark hair neatly combed back, his jaw freshly shaven, his posture straight and unwavering, like a man walking into battle and knowing he'd already lost.
Savannah sat still on the edge of their bed, drapped in a soft, pale satin robe, her hands loosely folded in her lap. Her bare feet brushed against the carpet, legs crossed at the ankles. She watched him in silence, her calm eyes tracking his every move like a still observer on the brink of a storm. There was no trace of warmth in her gaze, no hint of curiosity—just a deep, chilling stillness.
Blaze approached her with soft steps, the floor barely creaking under his polished shoes. When he reached her, he crouched down slowly, his knees bending until he was eye level with her. The contrast between them was stark-he, dressed for the outside world in power and elegance; she sat in quiet restraint, her beauty cloaked in heartbreak.
"I'm leaving," he said, his voice low and measured.
Savannah didn't reply. She blinked slowly, her face a mask of neutrality, yet behind those calm eyes, something smoldered—deep and buried, like dying embers that could still burn.
Blaze glanced at her hands before gently taking them in his own. Her skin felt warm and delicate against his palm, but her fingers didn't curl around his; they lay limply in his grasp. He didn't mind, though. He held them anyway, cherishing the familiar feel of her, irreplaceable yet so distant now.
"Take care of yourself while I'm gone," he said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "I'll be back before you know it."
Still, nothing.
The silence between them felt immense, heavy—like a secret only they knew how to bear. Blaze searched her face again, perhaps naively hoping for a glimpse of softness, a flicker of the woman he once knew. But she offered him nothing.
Trying once more, he gave a small, tentative smile. "Do you want anything from there? Or... is there something you wish for?"
There was a moment-just one-where Savannah's lips parted, and Blaze saw something stir in her eyes. But when she finally spoke, it wasn't softness that came. It was fire.
"I wish for only one thing," she said, her voice tight with restrained fury, as though each word had been carved from the inside of her throat. "For you to live your miserable life at the very lowest. For you to be behind bars. To suffer, Blaze. And to pay for what you did."
The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Her voice didn't rise, but the venom in her words was crystal clear. The truth behind them was undeniable. She wasn't looking for a reaction; she was simply voicing the turmoil that had taken root inside her.
Blaze remained still. For a moment, he just stared at her—searching, absorbing, perhaps even feeling a twinge of regret. And then, unexpectedly, he smiled.
A gentle, radiant smile. It wasn't mocking or cruel. It was heartbreakingly serene.
He reached out, brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek, a gesture so tender it felt out of place against the weight of her fury. She didn't pull away, but she didn't soften either.
"Okay," he said softly. "If that's your wish... Ana."
His voice was careful, almost reverent. He called her Ana, not Savannah—like he was addressing the woman she once was, not the one standing before him now.
Blaze leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered there just a moment longer than necessary, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her skin. Then he pulled back, his gaze resting on her face with one last look of fragile affection.
"Take care," he murmured. "Don't forget to eat on time. And watch out for people."
He paused, his tone shifting to something lower, warmer, more intimate.
"If you ever find yourself in danger... if something happens and I'm not there... don't panic. Don't worry. Stay calm. And wait. Okay?"
He spoke as if making a promise wrapped in guidance. Like someone who still wanted to protect her, even if he was the one she needed protection from.
Savannah didn't respond. Her eyes were glassy, her expression unreadable.
Blaze lingered for just a moment longer, his thumb brushing against her cheek once more. "I love you, Ana," he said finally, so softly it almost faded into the silence.
And then he stood, adjusted the collar of his jacket, and walked out of the bedroom.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Savannah sitting alone on the edge of the bed, staring into the space where he'd just been.
Her hands were still warm where he had held them.
Her heart—though it felt shattered—continued to beat in a quiet, furious rhythm.
But her thoughts... her thoughts were no longer calm. They were loud. And full of war.
The room was quiet long after Blaze's footsteps faded beyond the hallway. Savannah sat still on the edge of the bed, her fingers lightly gripping the soft hem of her robe, her gaze locked on the door he had just exited.
His scent still hung in the air—a blend of expensive cologne and something deeply personal. Familiar. Intimate.
Yet, nothing about what had just transpired felt intimate.
It felt like an ending.
Her chest rose and fell with steady, controlled breaths. She had mastered the art of keeping her emotions buried deep down—how to silence the scream that threatened to erupt every time Blaze Baldwin stood before her with those love-soaked eyes and gentle hands, as if he hadn't shattered her a thousand times before.
"I love you, Ana."
He always said it like it was a soothing balm, as if it could mend all the cracks. But she was exhausted from being covered up—she longed to be truly heard.
Her jaw tightened, and her eyes fell to her lap where her hands trembled softly. The anger still simmered within her. Burning. Bitter. But now, there was something else—a heaviness. A strange sense of something slipping away, something fading.
Something final.
Her mind drifted back to the moment he crouched before her, reaching for her hand like he always did when he struggled to connect. He was impeccably dressed, not a single thread out of place—Blaze Baldwin, the man who carried storms within him yet always appeared as the calm before the tempest.
"Do you want something from there? Perhaps do you wish for something?"
And she had said it. She meant it. She had to. For Theo.
She swallowed hard. Her voice had held strength when she spoke those words. But now, in the stillness, she could still feel his thumb brushing that soft circle on her cheek... as if he were trying to memorize her.
Why did that feel like farewell?
Savannah stood slowly, walking to the window. She watched the sleek black car pull away from the mansion gate below. Her eyes followed it until it disappeared down the long winding road surrounded by tall hedges.
It was truly a farewell.
Author's Note :
I feel so bad:(
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