Why it never ends

Chapter 1068 Vitality

She started riding in the afternoon, running around the cycling path here. Cycling, like skiing, can make people feel the illusion of flying for a short time - the temporary weightlessness in the bumps, the cool breeze on the face, and every time she laughed.

What a wonderful day it was. Chloe felt an inexplicable joy when she woke up in the morning. She opened the closet and picked out her favorite clothes. Every item she put there was right at hand. When she looked up, she found that it was right next to her. When she went out, she stretched out her hand to the sky, and a beautiful leaf fell right into her palm...

Everything went smoothly and everything looked lovely.

All these coincidences made her feel a sense of responsibility. On this day that belonged to her, she should immediately do things that made her happy and not waste a single minute.

A car was coming towards them, and although Chloe didn't focus her eyes to identify it, she recognized it as Hesta's car at a glance. These days, she was extremely sensitive to everything related to Hesta, but because of this, she suddenly found that everyone was talking about this woman.

Mother and father would talk at their own dining table, a few familiar relatives and friends would talk on the swing in the garden, and those elderly people who seemed to be aloof from others would talk in low voices with stern faces...

She picked up the newspaper with her name on it, passed by the magazine headlines on her way out, and even found the big envelope Hesta sent to her mother when she went home to check the mail! How dazzling that sloppy and elegant "Jane Hesta" was!

Every time she saw Hesta's face and heard her name, Chloe felt an indescribable annoyance and bitterness. Every time someone mentioned Hesta, she would think of Kovicik and his once affectionate eyes. Kovicik had not come to see her these days, which often caused Chloe to burst into tears when no one was around.

On the boulevard, Chloe held the reins tightly. She had no intention of giving way and even ran faster than before. The car in the distance seemed to have sensed the girl's determination. It flashed its lights and stopped on the side of the road to make way for the main road.

As they passed each other, Chloe glanced into the car. The front and rear windows were open, and the back seat was empty. In the front seat sat Victoria and another woman Chloe didn't recognize - Hesta wasn't there, Hesta wasn't there!

Victoria noticed Chloe's gaze and waved at her with a smile. Chloe immediately looked away and ordered the horse to speed up.

In the distance, twinkling lights were lit up. It was Old Irene and her friends dancing on the open grass. Chloe bypassed them and ran to another road. Chloe was a little annoyed. First she met Hesta's car, and then she met Old Irene. The world is so big, why did these annoying people ambush her on the road where she was running?

Before the thought could ferment, Chloe forced herself to erase the two people from her mind - what a beautiful day it was, a beautiful day should have a beautiful ending.

No one can stop her from being happy, no one!

Not Hesta, not old Irene… not even Kovichik!

She had decided that today was a good day, and today would be a good day forever.

The dusk wind blew her hair and blew into her heart. Chloe laughed again. Yes, how could she not be happy? She had just turned fifteen, which was the best age for a girl. Yes, twelve or thirteen was too young, like a rose that had not yet bloomed. Seventeen or eighteen was too old. Even if they bloomed luxuriantly and beautifully, they would wither soon. Only fifteen or sixteen was the best age - she had just gotten rid of her childishness and did not have to worry about aging. Everything was so vibrant and full of hope!

But at this happy moment, Chloe felt sad again. She thought of her sister and Hina's face that was always inexplicably sad. Hina's youth was over, but she did nothing. She failed to grasp her best years and let herself waste them. You know how short a woman's youth is. If she missed these years, what would she have to remember in the future? Chloe thought of her mother again. Perhaps because her mother had always been the same since she could remember, she had never noticed her aging. However, one year when they went to a hot spring together, Chloe saw the deep lines on Fatima's abdomen and the wrinkles on her waist for the first time. She realized for the first time that her mother was also in the passing of time with her.

She couldn't tolerate these things happening to her... She couldn't tolerate scars, wrinkles, and increasingly shriveled cheeks. If aging was the destiny of mankind, she would rather cut off her connection with time before this destiny came. There was no need to hesitate... Twenty years old was the limit of youth. No matter how beautiful the days ahead were, they could not exceed the age of fifteen or sixteen. She would never be like old Irene and the others, dragging her aging body to dance in the garden as she did when she was young. That was simply a blasphemy to youth.

Chloe's horse hooves hurriedly approached and then hurried away. The old ladies held their wine glasses and glanced at the woods in the distance - they saw a young and energetic figure gradually disappearing at the end of the road.

Few of them like Chloe, an overly flamboyant and rebellious young person. They always feel that she is not docile enough. However, when they recall the past, especially when they recall their younger selves, they all imagine an image equivalent to Chloe.

The old people looked at the back with confusion, ridicule and a little envy, and sincerely wanted to know why this girl looked so lively and full of energy every day... No one knew that young Chloe, like all the old people with gray hair, clearly realized that she was being chased by the god of death.

It is in this wonderful youth that cannot be wasted that she longs to burn like a flame.

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At night, the light in Pakat's room was still on.

Ende and Theresa returned to the farm first. They brought the news that Hesta would also be back tonight, so Pakat sat by the window and kept watch all night.

There was a knock on the door. Pakat's eyes were still on the road outside the house. "Come in."

"Teresa said you had something to talk to me about, and asked me to come visit you after I get back," a familiar voice came, "and it just so happens that I also have something I want to ask you in person..."

Pakat turned around and saw Hesta standing in the room. She reached out and gently closed the door. "Is it okay to disturb your rest?"