Last wish

Sara POV

"Sara, you haven't dressed up yet; we need to go shopping." She opened the room's door and looked at me.

"Just give me five minutes." The thought of being caught red-handed had already made my heart race, and seeing her in front of me made me feel even more nervous.

My broken leg recovered after one month, so she wanted to take me to the nearby market because I hadn't stepped outside her house at that time. Although I put his number on her phone's blacklist, I was still afraid when her phone buzzed with any number.

Neil will try to call back on this number. When his phone is not connected to this number, how can I be so foolish as to believe that he won't call me on this number using a different number?

Oh no, I have to do something to correct my mistakes.

I have entirely overcome my guilt in just one month. As time passed, I realized that I had done nothing wrong by killing that monster. I forgot that I killed him, so I came here to protect myself from the police. Thanks to this lovely village, I can better connect with my thoughts and relax my mind.

When I peered down from the mountain summit and noticed the bright lights of the village below, I had true mental calm. In the bustling metropolis, I have never discovered a tranquility like this. The local market only sells necessities, so we purchased fresh fruits and vegetables.

"Hold these bags for me, Sara. I have to return these books to the library." She handed me her bags and proceeded into the library.

I saw her phone in her bag. I have to destroy her phone before she comes back. I retrieved her phone from her handbag and dropped it into the pond. Upon disposing of her phone, I felt a sense of relief, but my relief was short-lived as she returned from the library and asked me for her phone.

"Aunty, I am sorry. I was peeking into the pond to look for fish when my phone accidentally slipped out of my purse." I lied to her once again. Although I don't feel favorable about lying to her, I'm at a loss for what to do right now. I can't be honest with her because, even after a month, I still lack the guts to tell her my entire story.

"It's ok, Sara; you don't need to be sad; I will arrange for a new phone, and already I don't use the phone much." Seeing her not upset with me, I sighed in relief.

"Thank you, Aunty." I gave her a joyful hug. I hadn't thought his mother could be so kind to me. In every sense, she is not like the person he told me she was.

Since it's approaching sundown, darkness has already descended upon our surroundings.

My body shuddered in the cool wind. My thoughts wandered back to Aron when I noticed a couple in the restaurant enjoying noodles. I wanted to share these amazing moments with him.

It took me a month to get past his thoughts. His thoughts did not diminish; they continued to grow in my mind. I became so restless to talk to him. I don't want to feel love for him, but even after separating from him, my love does not fade away. I try to control my increased feelings for him by remembering his betrayal, but my heart refuses to hear anything negative about him.

My feelings seem like they're choking me, so I have to write them down to let them go. I asked his mother to lend me her laptop so I could put my emotions into words. I started writing my new story while sitting on the side of a hill, and I found myself immersed in it from dawn to dusk.

Aron's mother is a huge supporter of mine; after learning about my passion for writing, she assisted me in getting my book published on several sites. I once again changed my pen name to avoid revealing my identity to anyone. After putting my sentiments into words, I feel incredibly light.

I accepted my current circumstances and decided to live my life with his memory in mind. I lived with his mom for the last three months, and now I have fully overcome my past.

Ema Aunty gave me the same love that my mother gave me. We eventually became the best of friends. She opened up to me about both her positive and traumatic memories, but I still lack the confidence to be honest with her about myself.

One day, as I opened my almirah to remove my clothing, I accidentally discovered my old suitcase. As I was leaving my residence, I hastily packed some old documents in my luggage, along with other belongings. I opened the file and immediately began to read. When I read the file, my jaw fell open.

How is this even possible?

My dad wrote a letter to me before his death. If I don't visit this house, I will never know that my father left me a significant amount of property. He later asked for forgiveness for his actions towards me and my mother. He expressed his last wish before his death: that I accept his legacy and claim all of his property as my own, and he wanted me to not share this property with anyone, especially with his second wife and my stepsister.

I don't understand exactly what he wants to convey through his letter, but after reading it, I am pleased that my life is slowly converting into a true story. I don't have any interest in his property, and I don't want to meet his second family, but my mind has been drawn back to my old, sweet memories of him from my childhood.

He was not bitter with me from the beginning. He loved my mom and me so much at the beginning; therefore, I'm going to grant his final desire for those wonderful memories we shared.

I took a long breath to reevaluate my course of action, and eventually, I settled on going in search of my stepsister and her mother.