Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Give Me Rebirth 

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I never thought someone like me–trapped between life and death, not quite ghost or human–could ser foot in a place so sacred, 

I even imagined something dramatic, like getting blastel back by a beam of holy light, just like on TV. 

But real life isn’t like that. 

Barefoot, I stepped onto the stairs. 

Snow covered each step, soft and silent under my feet. The hem of my dress shifted with the wind, but the cold never reached me. 

Nothing stopped me as I climbed higher. At the top, I knelt, just like Luke had done before me. 

I don’t know if gods are real. I don’t know if they can hear the stubborn hopes and wishes of people like us. 

The first two times I prayed, it was for someone else. This time, it was for me. 

I lifted my dress slightly and bowed three times, lowering myself fully to the ground with each movement. 

By midnight, frost had settled thick on Luke’s face. 

His hair and lashes were frozen, stiff, and white. 

The driver pleaded with him over and over to leave. He warned Luke that if he stayed any longer, he might not survive–or, at best, he’d lose half his strength. 

Luke didn’t pay attention to the driver’s words. He bowed his head and said quietly. “So it really is this cold. How did she manage to get through it?“. 

The truth is simple. No one can fully understand another person’s pain unless they’ve lived through the same struggles, carried the same weight, and faced the same hardships. 

But people have different lives and experiences. How many could say they’d done that? 

That’s why those who speak from a safe distance, urging others to make peace with their suffering, were either foolish or cruel. 

Only by feeling someone else’s pain could you understand what empathy truly means. 

Luke used to dismiss the amulet, thinking it was meaningless. Now, each time he knelt, he realized just how much that thin piece of paper held. 

It carried everything inside him–his longing, his regret, and his wildest hopes. 

“O wife of mine, stay safe 

“O wife of mine, find peace.” 

O wife of mine, come back to me.” 

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Chapter 82 Give Me Rebirth 

Bast Jove given too late was worth nothing at all. 

Late, you love is not something I can accept. 

I was fervent in my prayers, hoping for the next life. 

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Perhaps blessed by angels, Luke managed to conquer the mountain’s peak before sunrise, and with snow buffeting as well. 

He tripped on the last step and hit the ground with a tad. 

The streetlight outside Mount Spiritus Abbey cast a faint glow, and snowflakes danced in the air around 

him. 

He blinked slowly, his eyes heavy, until they focused on me. 

“Chloe! You’re back! I knew you’d come back!“ 

His voice cracked, and he pushed himself up with what little strength he had left. Then, with all his might, he lunged toward me. 

By to him, I was nothing more than a flicker of light–something he could see but not hold. 

His body passed straight through mine and fell back into the snow, scattering it in all directions. 

Even then, Luke wouldn’t stop. He reached out, his hand grasping at my foot. 

His fingers slipped through my ankle as if I wasn’t there, I didn’t look back. I stepped past him and walked. toward the abbey doors. 

“Mr. Bolton!” the driver called out as he ran over. He knelt down, trying to help him up.. 

Luke grabbed the driver’s hand. It was cold, but it was solid. It was real, unlike the emptiness he had tried to hold before. 

Luke’s face lit up as he pointed at my fading silhouette. Did you see her? It’s Chloe! I told you she was fine! She’s back! She was right there–I almost had her!” 

The driver stared at him with a mix of pity and uncase 

To anyone else, Luke must have seemed out of his mind. His desperation for his wife, mixed with the cold and hunger, had blurred the line between reality and illusion. 

“Mr. Bolton, let’s get you inside, the driver urged. “You’re freezing. 

Luke pushed him away, his movements weak but determined. “I have to find Chloe,” he said. 

His body was failing him. Even standing took everything he had. 

Hold me up! Hurry, or she’ll be gone again!” 

Mr. Bolton, please,” the driver said, his voice trembling He was frightened by Luke’s condition by the raw desperation in his eyes. 

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But Luke wasn’t listening. His gaze stayed fixed on the path ahead, as if his entire world was walking away with me. He couldn’t see anything else. 

Lentered the main hall. The hour was late, yet someone sat inside. 

I knew him. The world called him Grandmaster Clearheart. 

He had given me protective amulets twice before. The arst time, it was for my grandmother. That was in the fall, when the air was still warm. 

I had fainted halfway up the mountain, my body too frail after the miscarriage. 

When I woke, I was in a quiet room. The master was there, holding an amulet. He gave it to me with at serious expression and said I must keep it close. Only then, he said, could I avoid great misfortune. 

I thanked him and planned to send it to my grandmother before my wedding. 

I thought, even then, that it might buy her a few more years. 

Now I wonder if the master had known all along. Maybe he saw the truth–that I was the one who wouldn’t survive. 

Perhaps my fate had been set. Perhaps there was no escaping it. 

He sat before me, eyes closed, his voice low as he chanted in a language I couldn’t follow. 

I knelt in front of the altar. 

The deity loomed above me, its figure vast and unyielding. 

A flood of emotions rose inside me, each one sharper than the last. The first two times I came, I had prayed for others. 

I never imagined the first time I’d pray for myself would feel like this. 

I called out to the gods, hoping they could hear me. Please, just one more chance. 

I’ve never done anything to harm the world. The baby inside me and I do not deserve this fate. 

I don’t understand. Why do the good always suffer, while the wicked continue without a care? 

If I could have one more chance, I would give everything. 

Even if it means falling into darkness, never feeling the sun again. 

As long as I could have the chance to seek justice, I’d give up anything.