Since Evan claimed to love me, I decided to leave these memories behind and let him suffer. Let him be tortured by guilt every day as he looked at our photos and apologized over and over again.
The car arrived to take me away and the driver handed me my new ID. Sure thing, I accepted it without hesitation, without a glance back.
At exactly nine, a massive explosion erupted at the base hospital.
Sirens screamed through the air and panic spread like wildfire as people rushed toward the scene. Among the crowd, Evan and Violet stood there.
His face was drained of all color as he shouted my name over and over again. Violet reached out to comfort him, but he shoved her away so forcefully.
"Isla! You must wait for me!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, but the only answer was the crackling fire and the cold.
By then, I was far away, embarking on a new journey.
Evan, I hope you enjoy your life with your love and guilt forever.
