(Author’s POV)
"I would appreciate it if you all could act like you don’t know me and keep the past in the past. Neither my parents nor my sister knows about any of that. And I would like to~ ... keep it that way," Myra requested, though her tone remained firm and unrelenting.
She wanted to cut them off again, for good this time. Drawing a clear boundary, she wanted to set the matter straight. After all, getting involved with any of them would do her no good. That mindset of hers hasn’t changed yet.
"NO~ .... you cannot, Myra~ ... how can you say that~ ..." Elio was getting sentimental. It pained him to hear such words directly from her mouth.
Myra was doused with guilt. Her eyes lowered instantly as she bit her lower lip tightly. She did this until she tasted blood. The lump in her throat was overwhelming her, but she somehow managed to suppress it and said, "Mr. Everests, this is what I want. Please, for old times’ sake, accept this request of mine."
Before Elio could respond, Alaric jumped in, "NO CAN DO."
Myra’s eyelashes fluttered at his blunt rejection as she glanced at him, her brows furrowed and her jaw clenched. Now he was disregarding everything. ’Being his typical self.’ She couldn’t help but snort, making a bewildered expression, "Tired of playing the good guy already, Mr. Everests?"
"To begin with, I ... NEVER ... WAS," Alaric answered casually.
"Brother Al, why are you~ ...." Elio interrupted, but was cut off by Alaric, "What? Did I say something wrong, Eli? I was always the bad guy and always will be. That’s the truth, hmm."
"At least, you are aware," Myra mocked.
"Myra, Al, didn’t mean it like that. What he is trying to say is~ ...." Dion was about to tell her the reason, but paused mid sentence. All three Everests brothers stiffened as they sensed something and pursed their lips.
"I understood what he meant," Myra spat back. In her eyes, Alaric just liked to piss her off. He must get a weird satisfaction, some kind of thrill from playing this pull and tug game. She wanted to say more, but was soon barged in on by someone. Someone really very close and familiar.
For the nth time, the door slid as someone stepped inside.
Everyone’s heads turned to look at who it was. The person rushed towards Myra, their eyes rimmed red. The Everests’ brothers and Myra were both left stunned when the person, without any warning, took Myra into their arms. Their hold was tender and gentle as they cradled her.
Myra’s eyes widened in shock. She neither retracted nor surrendered, just remained seated, in a highly awkward position. Soon, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine. All the eyes in the room were on her. They weren’t just looking with curiosity, but each one held intense emotions. Was it jealous? Was it animosity? Or was it nothing? She couldn’t tell.
"Myra~ .... you are alive. You are alive," Fabian patted her back, still holding her in his embrace. The exhaustion, the weariness, the emptiness, every such emotion was gnawing at him from the past few days.

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