The Point of No Return
Evelyn ran away to the lift leaving Theo there confused and then it hit Theo he ran after her
The night air was cold.
Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped onto the edge of the hotel terrace.
The city stretched out beneath her—lights flickering like dying stars.
One step.
Just one step, and it would all be over.
The pain.
The heartbreak.
The war.
Her hands trembled. But her voice was steady.
"Theo."
A sharp gasp.
Footsteps pounded against the rooftop.
Then—
"Evelyn, what the hell are you doing?!"
Theo's voice was raw, panicked.
She turned her head slightly, just enough to see him.
His face was pale. Eyes wild with fear.
And for the first time in days—
He wasn't filled with rage.
He was terrified.
Of losing her.
Evelyn swallowed the lump in her throat.
"You won't stop," she whispered. "No matter what I say. No matter what I do."
Her fingers curled around the cold railing behind her.
"So I'll make you stop."
Theo took a step closer.
"Evelyn," he breathed, his voice desperate. "Get down. Now."
She shook her head.
"No."
His jaw clenched.
"This isn't funny."
"I'm not laughing."
Silence.
Then—
"I mean it, Theo." Her voice cracked. "If you don't stop… if you don't let this go… I'll jump."
A muscle in Theo's jaw twitched.
"Don't test me," he warned.
Evelyn gave him a broken smile.
"I'm not."
And then—
She lifted one foot off the edge.
Theo's breath hitched.
His eyes darkened with pure, unfiltered panic.
"Evelyn—"
She closed her eyes.
"Either you come back to me right now… or you watch me fall."
The wind howled between them.
Theo's hands curled into fists. His breathing was ragged, uneven.
Evelyn's heart ached at the sight of him.
The man who had always been in control.
The man who never lost his composure.
Now shattered.
Because of her.
She saw it—the exact moment his walls crumbled.
His eyes flickered between her and the drop below.
And then—
His body lurched forward.
In one swift movement, Theo grabbed her wrist and yanked her back into his arms.
Evelyn gasped as she crashed against his chest, his arms locking around her like a vice.
His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding.
Theo buried his face into her neck.
"You're insane," he choked out.
Evelyn's hands clutched his shirt.
"I had to stop you."
His grip tightened.
"You almost died." His voice was raw. "You almost—"
He pulled back, gripping her face between his hands.
His eyes burned into hers.
"Don't you ever do that again."
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
"Then don't make me."
His breath hitched.
A long silence stretched between them.
And then—
Theo broke.
His forehead pressed against hers, his shoulders trembling.
The war was over.
Elias was gone.
But this—this was the moment Theo truly surrendered.
To her.
To them.
To love.
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The End of the War
Theo pulled her into his arms again, holding her as if she would disappear.
"I don't care about revenge anymore," he murmured.
Evelyn let out a shaky breath.
"You mean it?"
He exhaled.
"I mean it."
Her hands clenched his shirt.
And for the first time in weeks—
She finally breathed.
She finally won.
Because this time, love wasn't the thing that destroyed them.
It was the thing that saved them.
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End of Chapter 68