After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 16

After Ten Years of Revenge, He Built Time Machine Bring Me Back Chapter 16

A luxury sedan pulled discreetly into Westside Slum Flats.

The tiny run-down apartment Amos and Elowen had shared for three years was lined with rusted metal pipes and cracked concrete walls, decorated with cheap plastic flowers Amos had hung everywhere.

Tiny twinkling string lights draped the balcony rail, and colorful children’s paper stickers covered the

yellowed windowpanes.

Amos had decorated every corner himself the second he learned Elowen was coming home.

A faint scar still marked his cheek from Silas’s blows days prior, yet his smile remained soft and gentle as he

waited for her, a full home-cooked meal laid out on the chipped wooden table.

He lit up the second he spotted Elowen stepping out of the expensive vehicle, rushing over to scan her body

up and down for injuries.

“Did he hurt you at all?”

Elowen shook her head weakly.

“I’m starving. I’d love the honey-glazed duck you made.”

Her voice thin and faint, Amos could tell she only had days left to breathe.

He blinked back burning tears, forcing a warm smile as he led her inside the small apartment.

“I’ve been showering and cleaning the place every single day, just like you taught me.”

“I’ve learned five hundred new words and memorized poetry now. The community center offered me a

full-time position to interview for soon.”

“Don’t leave me once you’re better. If you’re gone, I’ll go back to begging on the streets alone.”

Elowen watched him ramble on with a soft, fond smile, wiping the stray tears from his cheeks without a

trace of revulsion at his scarred, one-eyed face.

Outside the cracked window, Silas stood alone, staring through the glass at the pair inside.

Waves of heartbreak crashed over him as he watched her laugh and smile with Amos-the life he’d stolen

from her, the peace he’d denied her for a decade.

He’d ruined her education, wrecked her physical health, erased every member of her family, subjected her to

years of relentless bullying and wrongful imprisonment.

Now she only had a handful of peaceful days left to live beside the only person who’d ever shown her

genuine kindness.

Silas stood there silent, wiping endless streams of tears from his cheeks that never stopped falling no

matter how hard he scrubbed at his eyes.

Inside the apartment, Elowen yawned, looping her thin arms around Amos’s neck like a sleepy kitten.

“I’m tired. Carry me out to the yard to sit in the sun.”

Amos nodded gently, lifting her delicate frame into his arms and carrying her to a weathered outdoor lounge

chair.

He hurried back inside to grab a thin wool blanket to drape over her against the cool afternoon breeze.

When he returned, Elowen’s arm had fallen limply to her side, no longer resting on her chest.

“Elowen?” Amos’s voice shook, panic rising in his throat as he shook her shoulder lightly.

Her eyes fluttered open, a faint tired smile tugging her lips.

“I’m here. Read me a fairy tale, will you?”

Amos grabbed a children’s storybook off the windowsill, flipping to the tale of Snow White to read aloud to

her.

At first Elowen responded to his words, murmuring soft replies.

As time passed, her voice faded thinner and thinner.

“What’s this word, I can’t make it out?” Amos asked quietly.

“Mm.”

“Am I like one of the seven dwarfs to you?”

“Mm.”

“What sound does this syllable make again? I forgot how you taught me.”

Silence.

“Elowen?”

Amos’s chest ached fiercely, his eyes stinging hot with tears he couldn’t hold back. He had no words to name

the crushing pain swelling inside him.

“My throat hurts, my eyes burn. Am I sick too?”

No reply came from the girl resting in his arms.

Amos’s trembling hand drifted slowly to her nose, searching for the faint warm breath that had lingered there

moments before.

Elowen’s funeral was grand, attended by every wealthy elite from Havenbrook Elite Circle.

All guests laid floral tributes and offered quiet bows before her casket.

Elowen, Dr. Elias, and Lila were all interred side-by-side within Everrest Memorial Private Cemetery, the most

expensive private burial grounds in the entire city.

After the burial service concluded, Silas knelt unbroken for seven full days and seven nights atop their

shared grave marker.

Once the week passed, he seemingly erased every trace of Elowen from his life entirely, throwing himself

headfirst into the Voss Conglomerate’s corporate operations.

He seized all board power from his uncles and cousins through proxy takeovers, stripping them of their

executive authority in brutal boardroom battles.

Julian was overjoyed by his son’s new cold, detached demeanor, certain Silas had finally forgotten Elowen

for good.

It didn’t take long for Silas to strip his own father of every last share and executive title, removing Julian

from all company leadership positions entirely.

The man who’d orchestrated all the suffering of Elowen’s family was sent overseas with no authority or

access to the conglomerate ever again.

Amos refused every house, steady job, and financial settlement Silas offered him.

He remained in that tiny slum apartment they’d shared, working community shifts each day, cooking small meals for one every evening, and raising a glass of water to Elowen’s Polaroid portrait every night.

Decades passed. On the day Silas turned eighty years old, Voss Group released a groundbreaking time reversal prototype that made global news.

Silas climbed alone inside the massive invention in his final hours, an aged, frail smile softening his wrinkled

face, no trace of fear for death, only endless, desperate hope.

“Elowen, can I travel back to you this time?”