Chapter 261: Samuel and Henry New Beginning
Samuel's POV
The sky above the New World was vast and silver-touched, the kind of sky that felt too big for old memories—but not big enough to escape them. Henry and I walked along the ridge, our cloaks fluttering behind us as wind swept through the jagged hills.
I looked over at him, his face hardened like always, but there was a flicker in his eyes—one that only those who've been betrayed could ever understand.
"Well," I said, my voice low, "the stories of our characters... they're done."
Henry gave a short nod. "At least we ended it well." Then he paused, glanced ahead with a frown. "But Owen...?"
I sighed. That name always brought something heavy to the chest.
"Let him decide his ending," I muttered. "We both know he was always the more... emotional one. Loyal to the bone. Let's just hope he ends it well, better than we did. Because even if I dealt with Abigail..." My fists clenched just slightly, "...I still have trust issues with love. With marriage. With everything that word 'forever' used to mean."
Henry chuckled darkly, bitterly. "Same here." He stopped walking for a second, staring into the distance. "Katerina Maa took too much from me. Time. Heart. Sanity. Sometimes I wonder if love is just a fancier word for weak spot."
I snorted. "If it is, I'm done showing mine." I glanced at him. "At least now, we're not bound by those stories anymore. We write our own."
Henry looked at me, something cold and resolute flickering in his eyes.
"Then let's write a story that doesn't involve betrayal. Or blind trust. Just strength... and purpose."