The city was quiet again, but the silence carried weight — heavy with promises made and debts unpaid.
I walked through empty streets, every step a reminder of how far I'd come — and how much was still broken inside.
The firestorm we ignited had scorched more than buildings. It burned through lies, through shadows, through the last remnants of who I was supposed to be.
But from the ashes, something fragile was growing.
Hope.
Not the kind that fools you into believing everything will be easy.
No — the hard, sharp kind that survives because it must.
I wasn't just a weapon anymore.
I was a voice.
A choice.
A reckoning.
Remi's words echoed in my mind: "You're not alone."
And maybe, for the first time, I believed it.
The future was uncertain — a tangle of light and dark.
But I would face it on my own terms.
Because the girl they built was gone.
And in her place stood something new.
Something real.
Something unstoppable.
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