“No, sir, I think you’ve got the wrong person,” the owner replied before turning away, no longer interested in the conversation.
Tristan continued searching for clues, desperate to find any trace of Nicole, but he came up empty–handed.
By then, Nicole was already on a flight to another country.
She had planned this escape meticulously, setting up shops in several countries. Whenever Tristan arrived in one place, she would disappear to another. She had made up her mind–she would never let him find her.
Tristan spent weeks chasing after rumors, following every lead, true or false.
When someone claimed to have seen her at the airport, he rushed there immediately. When he heard she had bought a ticket to Sutherland, he booked the next flight to follow her.
Back at home, work was piling up to an overwhelming degree, and his assistant kept calling, urging him to return and deal with the chaos,
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But Tristan didn’t care. He refused to turn off his phone, terrified of missing any updates about Nicole.
In just a week, Tristan had traveled between several countries searching for Nicole, but he returned empty–handed.
The internet was flooded with rumors, and his assistant had been wiring money non–stop to follow up on every tip, to the point
his hands were practically numb.
The assistant tried to convince Tristan to give up, reasoning that Nicole had jumped into the river and was likely gone. How could
she possibly appear overseas?
But Tristan refused to let go. The moment he landed back home, he didn’t even stop by his house. Instead, he went straight to the
whis
bridge where Nicole had jumped.
He started another livestream, unwilling to give up any chance of finding her.
Someone suggested in the comments, “Why not hire a spiritualist? Maybe they can call her soul back.”
The assistant was about to curse the commenter out, but Tristan had already pulled out his wallet.
“Please, try it. Even if it’s just her spirit coming back, that’s enough for me.”
The assistant stared at Tristan in shock. He was truly losing it. His judgment had completely unraveled in his desperation to find
Nicole.
The spiritualist performed rituals throughout the day, eventually telling Tristan that if he knelt there until midnight, Nicole’s
spirit would naturally return.
Meanwhile, Nicole’s plane had landed in a snow–covered country. Winter had fully set in, and everything around her was
blanketed in white.
Many people were building snowmen in front of their homes, and she decided to make one outside her café as well.
Without Tristan in her life, she had finally found herself again.
When she checked her phone, she saw that Tristan had returned to the country. Curious, she clicked into his livestream.
There he was, kneeling dazedly in the cold, listening earnestly to the spiritualist’s instructions, waiting for her to return.
Watching his swaying, weakened figure, Nicole felt no sympathy, only ridicule.
After all he had done, why the act now?
She sneered and exited the stream.
It wasn’t her concern anymore.
