Chapter 1292 The Final Battle (VI)

• The only bright spots left were those scraps of time when she and Chadwick Fullner stuck it out together. Whenever she told those old stories, the joy felt so pure it hurt—in a good way.
• Belinda Hayes covered her face, but tears kept leaking through her fingers. She was aching for that stretch of years, aching with nostalgia for what used to be, and moved to the core by how hard Chad had worked—every elaborate move just to shield her. All those tangled feelings wound tight around her heart.
• The short film kept playing. From start to finish, that song “Who Belongs to Whom” flowed soft in the background. The last shot was a dark silhouette: Emily’s clever hands skimming a guitar. The line everybody knew hit right then: “Who belongs to whom, who are you to whom, who is yours—only loneliness belongs to its own who and whom.” Paired with the image, it cut everyone to the bone—loneliness you can’t shake, the sour sting of it, and how heavy reality feels against a dream.