Can’t Win Me Back

With a soft click, Remy opened a hidden compartment in the necklace.

In it was a black-colored pill.

He took it out, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Alyssa's voice in his head gradually faded away.

For over a year, he hadn't needed any medication to ease his headaches.

He thought he'd never have to take it again.

Meanwhile, Jameson clutched a medical report in his study room.

His handsome face was ashen, his sharp eyes bloodshot.

"Mr. Schmidt, your current health isn't looking good," his private physician hesitated, standing by his side.

"The medical facilities on this island are limited.

They might not be enough if your condition suddenly worsens.

go to a proper hospital soon,

chapped lips uttered, ''Can vigorous treatment cure

is incurable, and I don't have long to live, do 1?"

the fear of death formed

"Don't be so pessimistic.

tell

year." Jameson closed

were taking before didn't

masked

your organs," the doctor

what you consumed was a slow poison, highly addictive,

his gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly as if

like this?" He slowly lifted his eyes

nurtured so carefully for Alyssa reflected

I gained came at

past ten years were bought with my life." When Justin helped him, he saw it as

truth, he had sold his soul to

"T've never feared death.

mind, and he broke