The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 05

The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 05

London time was seven hours ahead.

When I touched down, it was two in the afternoon local time.

No one was there to greet me.

No one even knew where I was.

I stayed at a hotel near the airport for the night.

The next day, I registered at the university and rented a small apartment close to campus.

The apartment wasn’t big, but it faced south. It had sunlight.

I took the broken shards of Grandma’s bracelet out of my bag and lined them up along the windowsill one by

one.

As the sunlight hit them, the fractures became starkly visible.

They looked just like my heart.

But I wasn’t going to cry anymore.

The day I walked out of that clinic, I promised myself I would never shed another tear for Javier.

Once I settled in, I registered a new phone number and set up completely new social media accounts.

The old life, along with that old SIM card, was left behind in an airport trash can.

I didn’t share my new contact information with a single person.

Not the Colon family, not Javier, and none of those “relatives” who had never once looked me in the eye.

During my third week of classes, I met a girl named Stevie Morgan.

She was straightforward, majoring in fashion design, with a bright personality and a loud, infectious laugh.

“Are you new? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, I just got here.”

“Where are you from?”

I thought about it for a moment. “…I don’t have a home.”

She paused, choosing not to pry. She simply patted my shoulder. “Well, I’m your friend now.”

I didn’t reject her.

It had been a very long time since I last had a friend.

That evening, Stevie took me to the London Eye.

The night view over the River Thames was stunning, with city lights dancing across the water, and the wind blowing fiercely.

“Why did you come to the UK?” she asked.

“Because no one knows me here.”

She shot me a glance but didn’t push any further.

Sometimes, people don’t need to know everything you’ve been through; just having them stand by your side is enough.

The days began to blur together into a quiet routine.

I attended lectures, completed assignments, bought groceries, and cooked my own meals.

In my spare time, I pieced the broken ruby fragments back together, securing them with professional jewelry adhesive.

The cracks were still there, but at least the shape was whole again.

I placed it on my nightstand, looking at it every night before I went to sleep.

Grandma, I’m doing well.

I hope you’re at peace over there, too.

I honestly believed I would never see Javier again.

Until that one evening.