Epilogue

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Charley's POV
I had woken up that day.
That was the last time I ever saw any of my friends again.
I am in hiding, and WANTED in multiple countries.
My father died at my hands.
He was not the first, but he was the last person I had murdered.
I couldn't stand killing people for him, just so that my friends would stay safe.
Sometimes, I wonder how they are and if they are doing alright.
The worst part I find, is that I've missed 5 years of Bea's life.
Beatrice was the closest to me, even if she couldn't talk.
She wasn't blood related to anyone there, as was I not either.
It was like we had each other's backs, as our own group.

We weren't biologically sisters, but if I had a choice to be related to anyone in that group, it'd be Bea.
Over time, I tried to let them go.
I'm 17 now, and every night for five years, I've relived the moment where I gave up the two people I care most about.
The only thing reassuring was that I left them together.
I remember the moment clearly.
Duncan thought I'd be in the trunk, with them at the city.
His eyes were bright.
He had no idea what was about to happen, and I wasn't going to tell him.
I remember feeling the emptiness in my arms when I handed Bea over to Duncan.
Then, I watched them go.

I've seemed to watch everyone go...
The world indeed, is quiet here.
I repeated the words I had thought in my head, after getting knocked out the day I left.

My Name Is Charley Halle
And The World Is Quiet Here

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