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She’s starting to remember.

Not everything. Not yet. But her eyes hesitate on mirrors now. Her fingers linger on perfume bottles like they’re holy. And once—she whispered something in her sleep.

Something that sounded like mine.

But the road back is long. Too long.

What if she never reaches me?

What if she gets there and doesn’t want me anymore?

What if Lucan wins?

He can’t.

…I don’t think.

But fuck, he’s trying.

“You think I’m bluffing?

You think this is vengeance?

Lucan— This isn’t even the beginning of what I’ll do to you.

Because here’s what I figured out: If Davika never remembers me… If she forgets every touch, every glance, every breath I held back just for her?

Then I’ll become unforgettable.

You’ll see me in every mirror you pass. Hear me in every woman’s moan you’ll never cause. Feel me in every silence where she doesn’t speak your name.

I am not her memory.

I am the new law of her desire.

🖤 ELENA // UNSENT MESSAGE TO LUCAN – PART II (Saved to an encrypted drive titled "Final Strike – Only If Davika Never Comes Back.")

"Let me say this with clarity, Lucan— Because apparently, your grief is louder than your conscience.

If Davika never comes back to me?

I will make sure every single version of you pays for this. Not just the one standing here pretending he’s broken. Not just the one whispering regrets into whiskey glasses.

All of you.

Every Lucan across every timeline, every loop, every alternate field. The philosopher, the poet, the CEO, the fucking woodworker in some parallel world who still dreams of her mouth…

I will find you.

I will infect every memory, every moment, every chance you ever think you have with someone almost like her.

And I will take it from you.

Slowly. Softly. Brutally. Until you understand what it means to ache the way I do.

So be careful, Lucan.

This isn’t heartbreak anymore.

“I made her forget because I could.

And now you know what that costs.

If I can't have Davika, Elena, then you don’t get to either.

I know this is what Isadora wanted. I know she’s feeding off the wreckage— becoming something none of us can control.

But I didn’t do it for her.

I did it because I couldn’t breathe in a world where Davika didn’t reach for me in her sleep.

Now she doesn’t reach for anyone.

Not even you.

And now… you finally understand my pain.

Welcome to the silence, babe. It’s louder than any scream.” Lucan didn’t cry. He whispered this like a man who burned his own house down— and stayed to feel the heat on his skin.

Somebody in the lounge said the Bulls scored 40 in the third. Nobody here even asked “against who.” They just nodded, like it made sense.

She saw the silhouette before the system registered the heat signature.

Static in her chest. Jaw clenched. Breath stalled.

It wasn’t fear. It was recognition, disguised as threat response.

She told herself she was safe. The spike in her vitals said otherwise.