---- Chapter 10 The truth of my death... Shawn finally knew. It was 10 p.m. that evening. Emily brought him to the house where I once lived. Julia arrived, only to find the two of them standing silently at the door. "You two?" Emily recognized her and gave a quiet nod. "Please open the door." Julia unlocked it without another word. Shawn stepped inside. He was still tall, still imposing-yet in that moment, he looked... so thin, so heartbreakingly fragile. He walked into my bedroom, pulled open a drawer, and took out a photo album. The moment he flipped it open, he broke down, ---- hugging it to his chest as he wept. It was the album we had bought when we first started dating, filled with little fragments of the love we once shared. Julia stood silently at the doorway. She pulled my old phone from her coat pocket, placed it beside him, and quietly left the room. Shawn picked up the phone and turned it on. The lock screen was a photo-his silhouette, his back, forever walking away. He opened the Notes app. It was my silver poison journal. He read it, one entry at a time. February ist The pain is unbearable. If only Shawn were here... he'd be so anxious, pacing around, trying to comfort me, maybe even crying out of frustration. ---- But he won't come. Even when I wasn't sick, I flew for three years... and never saw him once. I guess he just doesn't want to see me anymore. February 7th God, it still hurts. I think I'm going to see Mom and Dad soon. The only thing I still can't let go of... is Shawn. It's been four years since we broke up. Maybe he's long forgotten me. March 6th I miss the pasta shop outside our old campus. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the times we ate there together-those quiet, beautiful moments. April 10th