Final Goodbye

As Alex's headache intensified, his vision became blurred, and he began to see a young girl calling for help. At first, he thought it was Linda, the girl he came to rescue, but as he approached her, the scene changed, and he realized it was young Lisa, a different girl in dire need of assistance. Her clothes were torn, and her appearance was unkempt, a clear indication that she had been through a lot. Lisa was crying and pleading for food, but a group of men with dubious intentions surrounded her. They tried to lure her into following them with false promises of food and care, but Lisa grew increasingly uneasy as their intentions became more apparent.

In a sudden and surprising turn of events, a courageous young man appeared out of nowhere, kicking one of the menacing men and taking Lisa's trembling hand. With a firm grip, he pulled her away from the group and led her to safety. The men, infuriated by the young man's actions, chased after them, but the hero was fleet-footed and skillful, deftly weaving through the maze of alleys and streets, cleverly dodging obstacles and obstacles with the grace of a seasoned professional. Alex watched in utter amazement as the young man expertly steered them toward safety, with the determined men hot on their heels. At last, they reached a secure location, and the young man, still holding Lisa's hand, turned to her and said, "Hey, what's a beautiful young girl like you doing in a dark and dangerous alley?"

The young girl sat huddled in a corner, her eyes glistening with tears as she recounted her tragic story. "My name is Lisa and my family is so poor that they can barely afford to feed their three children," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "So, they decided to sell me to a creepy place where they forced me to work. The man who runs the place is cruel, and I have seen him take women into a dark room against their will."

The boy listened intently, horrified by what he was hearing. "That's terrible," he exclaimed, his voice ringing with anger. "Nobody has the right to do that to you or anyone else!"

The young girl nodded, her tears flowing freely now. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The old man who owns the place says that I can only leave when I turn a corpse, but I hate it here. Every time I try to escape, they catch me and lock me up in a dark room without food or water for days."

She paused, taking a deep breath, before continuing her tale. "But one day, a kind woman helped me escape and told me to go to the police station. When I got to the police station, I saw the man who runs that place, and everyone called him 'sir.' I was so scared that I run away from there and end up in this place."

The boy's heart broke as he saw the pain and suffering etched on the young girl's face. "Don't worry," he said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm here to save you."

The young girl looked up at him, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes. "You are my hero," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

The boy blushed, feeling a surge of pride in his chest. "A hero?" he repeated, feeling shy but proud. "Well, if that's what you want to call me, then I'm your hero."

As they engaged in conversation, a sudden growl echoed from the young girl's stomach, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment. The boy chuckled at the unexpected interruption, and reached into his pocket, producing a small loaf of bread. "I know it's not much, but please, help yourself," he offered with a warm smile. The girl eagerly accepted the generous offering, observing the boy's longing gaze as she took a bite. "You're hungry too," she noted with a gentle grin, her intuition telling her that the boy's denial was false. Though he initially shook his head, the truth was etched onto his face. Without hesitation, the girl broke the bread in half and offered a portion to the boy, to which he gratefully accepted, enjoying the simple yet satisfying meal in each other's company.

As the last morsels of bread disappear from their plates, they are left with a pleasant warmth in their bellies. Lisa, who has been sitting across from them throughout the meal, suddenly speaks up, her voice laced with curiosity. "By the way, what's your name?" she asks. With a proud grin, they respond, "I am Alex, the ruler of the dark world and the hero of Lisa." The words roll off his tongue with confidence as if he truly believes in this grandiose title.

As Alex observed the unfolding events from the sidelines, he remember everything. Suddenly, the scene began to fade away, and he found himself coming back to a dimly lit warehouse. Before him stood Lisa. She gazed at him with a penetrating stare and spoke the words that brought Alex back to reality, "Do you remember everything?" With a rush of emotions and a flood of memories, Alex's mind raced to recall the events that had led him to this moment. Despite the confusion, he felt a sense of clarity and purpose. It was time to face his past and confront the challenges ahead.

As Alex spoke, his voice was laced with emotion. "Yes, I remember everything about how I met you, how I fell in love with you," he said, pausing for a moment. Lisa's face lit up with joy at the memory, but her expression quickly shifted as Alex continued. "And I also remember... how I lost you." The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and Lisa's shock was palpable. "What... what are you saying?" she asked, her voice trembling. Tears streamed down Alex's face as he replied, "I know this is not reality, it's just a dream." Lisa tried to object, but even as she spoke, the world around them began to fade away. "I know I am not real," she said softly, "but I have the same feeling as real Lisa. And so, I can tell you that she doesn't hate you for what you did." Alex wept openly, but Lisa's fading hand reached out to wipe away his tears.

- To be continued