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Chapter 42

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I looked at the pair of emerald bracelets that had appeared out of nowhere.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The form of the bracelets was familiar, but I couldn’t recall who they belonged to. My first instinct told me that they must be very important to me.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon noticing my confused expression, Elijah took out a yellowed photograph.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After only one nce, I was thunderstruck.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was a photo of my family!</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was a photo of me, myte grandma, Dad, Mom, and Jonathan,</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In the photo, I was wearing a pink dress and was about ten years old. Meanwhile, Grandma–who was seated at the center–was dressed in an old–fashioned blouse with a kind smile on her face.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She looked ahead quietly, as if she were staring at me through the photo.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Suddenly, a loud bang went off in my head. Something had smashed through the railings of my memory</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">with a roar.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Grandma!” My legs went limp, and I crumpled to the ground.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elijah stared down at me coldly.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I looked at the emerald bracelets.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I remembered–Grandma gave me the bracelets before she died!</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">My voice shook as I said, “Give it back.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">a tear.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elijah sneered, ced his hand on the yellowed photograph, and made a</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I screamed, “Don’t tear it! That’s the only photo I have. It’s Grandma’sst photo before she died. That’s the only one!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I rushed over to grab it, but Elijah held up the photo and the bracelets. Every time I tried to jump, he held me down.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elijah looked at me as if I was a clown as I failed time after time.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Frantic, I said, “Give it back. Give it back, please?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elijah was apathetic. “Are you still leaving then?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">My tears kept falling.</font></font>This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He then raised his voice, saying, “Are you leaving, or not? If you leave, I’ll tear up this photograph.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As he spoke, he tore at it anyway.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Now, the photograph had been torn in two.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Screaming, I pounced over to catch it.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tears blurred my vision, and I sobbed as I tried to put the photo back together.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elijah was wretched. He’d ripped the middle, and Grandma’s face was split in half.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I couldn’t hold it in anymore and bawled. “Give me back my photo. That’s Grandma’sst photo. I don’t have any photos of her anymore.” I lost myposure and lunged at Elijah to hit him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But Elijah was strong. He grabbed my hand, and pain shot through it.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, I kept struggling.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was going to kill us both.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Soon, Elijah could no longer restrain me. With a growl, he threw me onto the bed and pinned me down. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe under his weight.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Then, I heard his voice beside my ear. He sounded like he was pleading. “Ari, cut it out. Don’t leave, and I’ll return your grandma’s belongings to you.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I looked at the emerald bracelets in his hand. My tears nowed unrelentingly.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was distraught.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grandma had raised me. Both my parents were busy traveling for work, and once I was seven, I was taken back to the city. But Grandma was worried and came with me.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grandma was an illiterate old woman from the countryside and could only speak a rural dialect. People would tease her when she went grocery shopping.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In the city, she’d even struggled with using electric home appliances. But nheless, she took great care of me and my brother, especially me–she doted on me.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Early in the morning, she would make for me my favorite bread pudding. She would even make ravioli. When I headed to school, she would give me a warm egg.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was an illiterate old woman. Yet, worried that I wasn’t used to the food in the school cafeteria, she woulde to my school by bus in the afternoon to feed me her homemade spaghetti. She would make sure my stomach was full before allowing me to return to the ssroom.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Grandma was with me, I was healthy and plump.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Grandma was with me, I was a happy and beloved princess every day.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was Grandma’s “Aria“, the most blessed Aria.</font></font>
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