The next morning, the town mourned.
Candles flickered outside the chapel ruins. Townspeople stood in tight circles, whispering about the fire. About the traveler who died trying to escape. About how no one ever leaves Pacifica Shores without a price.
He watched them from the edge of the woods — soaked in rain, smoke-stung eyes wide open, heart ice-cold.
His name had already been spoken in past tense.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq0XY6mkux7
His dreams buried under ashes.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8XBAKQl5QT
His love... nowhere to be found.
And then he saw her.
Panna.
Standing next to her father, dry and clean and untouched by smoke. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t broken. She was... radiant.
The mayor held her hand tightly as he gave his speech.
“My daughter was lucky to survive. Some are not so fortunate. But we will not tolerate lawlessness, nor betrayal. Pacifica Shores protects its own.”
The crowd nodded. Applauded.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpY5RtRBKNX
And Panna… she smiled.
That was the moment his heart snapped in two.
She wasn’t forced. She wasn’t crying.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9JOmebEMd
She had chosen this.
Chose to let him die.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lwhGkWEIo
Chose to stay.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVUMyUQ4Cgx
Chose her father.
🩸 The Truth Cut Deeper Than Fire
Days passed.
He stayed in hiding — feeding off scraps, listening to whispers in taverns and alleyways.
Stories trickled in.
“They say the mayor found her trying to run and dragged her back himself.”18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6HyxUmFjMN
“No one crosses the Willowbrooks and lives to tell the tale.”18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUebl65ZWD
“He made her watch as the chapel burned.”
But then… another rumor.
The mayor had died.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVEWk1ZF6OK
Poisoned. No suspects.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKAleT6Wv6Y
No witnesses.
Some said it was old age.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2DKtuVrnVY
Some said karma.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡllq0I2G000
But he knew better.
He returned that night to the graveyard on the hill. And that’s where he saw her again — dressed in black, standing alone at her father’s grave.
No tears. Just silence.
And a faint smirk.
🖤 The Split
He wanted to believe she was innocent.
That she was manipulated.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwu33TbK5Md
Threatened.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYR4oaLgSuv
Trapped.
But the look in her eyes said otherwise.
She had become something else — someone else. Cold. Ruthless. In control. No longer the girl who hummed lullabies in secret places. No longer the girl who once said “Let’s run away.”
She was Pacifica Shores now.
🗡️ His Last Goodbye
He left a note at her door that night.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpOLQ3H143g
No name. No threats.
Just four words.
“I saw the fire.”
Then he vanished.
Not because he was afraid.
But because revenge needed time.
He spent the next few years planning, gathering what he needed — names, weapons, truths buried beneath lies.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjnYIiEg0bC
Waiting for the perfect moment.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKmXCUP9Un6
The perfect return.
✨ Present Day Tie-In
And now, here he stood — older, colder, still carrying the ghost of that rain-soaked night. Facing the girl who smiled while he burned.
She didn’t know the full truth.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdn9LFcO1Eb
Not yet.
That the body in the church wasn’t his.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3kltLWrfYw
That someone else died wearing his coat.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQi1IAg08eG
That he had watched her smile beside the man who killed his mother.
And she was about to learn the cost.
Because no one leaves Pacifica Shores.
But someone always pays.
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