Chapter 120 Free From Her Curse?

• Longing for him was a constant ache, a deep yearning that never seemed to fade. Leaving him, on the other hand, felt like a weight being lifted off her shoulders - an exhaustion born from his suffocating presence that drained her spirit day by day.
• Death, in its mysterious ways, sometimes offered a strange kind of solace to those weary souls who found themselves trapped in endless torment. It wasn't about surrender or cowardice; it embodied a certain bravery, a final act of defiance against the trials of life. To doubt this concept was to miss the subtle comfort it could bring.
• For the tormented, death held a peculiar allure where rest finally beckoned like an old friend. It was a comfort only understood by those stripped bare of life's fleeting joys and left with nothing but shadows and echoes of what once was.