Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 142 Summary
In Chapter 142 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories” by Niro Dane Flint, the scene unfolds with Elle experiencing a moment of intense panic and chaos in the office lobby. Employees are frantically responding to an emergency, and Elle feels a deep emotional turmoil as she grapples with the unfolding crisis. The presence of her friends, Raymond, Abigail, and Sophia, provides her with some comfort, but the underlying dread remains palpable. Elle’s instinct to support others kicks in as she resolves to intervene in a potentially tragic situation involving Mira, a woman in distress on the roof.
As they reach the rooftop, the gravity of the situation becomes clear. Mira is dangerously positioned at the edge, pleading for Brad to acknowledge her feelings and their past relationship. The tension escalates as Mira’s desperation becomes evident, and she accuses Brad of abandoning her for Elle. This confrontation reveals the emotional stakes for all involved, particularly for Brad, who is caught between his past with Mira and his present with Elle. The weight of Mira’s words and her emotional state create a suffocating atmosphere, leaving Elle feeling like an intruder in a deeply personal moment.
Brad attempts to calm Mira, but his struggle is visible as he faces the emotional turmoil of both women. Mira’s cries for reassurance and love put immense pressure on him, and Elle watches as his internal conflict plays out. The scene is charged with raw emotions, with each character grappling with their feelings of love, loyalty, and desperation. Elle’s heartache intensifies as she witnesses the depth of Mira’s connection to Brad, leading her to question her place in his life.
Despite the chaos, Elle’s friends rally around her, offering support and solidarity. Abigail’s declaration of unwavering friendship provides a brief moment of comfort amidst the turmoil. However, the emotional stakes remain high as Brad admits to having loved Mira once, leaving the question of his current feelings hanging heavily in the air. The chapter closes with Mira’s plea for a second chance, amplifying the tension as Elle’s confidence begins to waver, and the complexities of love and loyalty come to the forefront.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 142**
**Elle’s POV**
A chill coursed through my veins, freezing me in place. The office lobby had transformed into a whirlwind of panic—voices clashed like thunder, some employees were sobbing openly, while others scrambled to dial emergency numbers, their hands shaking with urgency.
“Someone call the fire department!” a frantic voice pierced the air, cutting through the chaos.
“They’re already on their way!” another voice shouted back, filled with a sense of urgency.
I felt my hand instinctively move to my stomach, as if trying to quell the storm brewing within.
“Elle.” A gentle hand settled on my shoulder, grounding me momentarily. I looked up to find Raymond Carter standing beside me, his brown eyes brimming with concern that made my heart ache. “Are you alright?”
Before I could form a coherent response, Abigail appeared on my other side, her gaze scrutinizing my face with an intensity that made me feel exposed. Something shifted in her expression, a flicker of empathy that made me feel less alone.
Then Sophia emerged, her silver hair shimmering under the harsh fluorescent lights. She grasped my other hand, her touch reassuring and warm.
“Elle,” she murmured softly, her voice a soothing balm in the midst of the turmoil, “whatever happens up there, remember that you’re not alone.”
“I’m okay,” I managed to whisper, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my facade of calm.
From my peripheral vision, I caught sight of Brad, his expression darkening as he spoke to his mother on the phone. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but the tension radiating from him was palpable.
“Yes, Mother, I understand,” he said curtly, frustration lacing his tone. “No, I won’t let anything happen to her.”
My chest constricted painfully at his words, a wave of dread washing over me.
Brad ended the call abruptly and strode toward the elevator, his body taut with urgency.
“I can’t just stand here,” I blurted out, my voice stronger than I felt. “I can’t let her actually jump.”
Sophia’s eyes lit with approval. “You’re braver than most people give you credit for,” she said, her voice steady.
Raymond stepped forward, determination etched on his face. “We’re coming with you,” he declared, and Abigail nodded in agreement, her expression resolute.
As we hurried toward the elevator, I felt as if the fragile happiness I had just begun to build with Brad was being shredded before my very eyes. But I couldn’t bear the thought of standing idly by while a tragedy unfolded. I had to try to help.
The elevator ride stretched into what felt like an eternity. When the doors finally opened onto the roof, the sight that met us was more harrowing than I had ever imagined.
Mira was perched precariously at the edge of the building, her legs dangling over the side. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her cries echoing across the rooftop.
“Brad, please!” she wailed, her voice thick with desperation. “Please just talk to me! I can’t live without knowing if there’s still a chance for us!”
Brad stood a short distance away, his hands raised in a calming gesture, though the tension in his posture was unmistakable.
“Mira, please come down from there,” he urged, his voice steady yet strained. “Whatever you want to discuss, we can talk about it safely.”
“No!” Mira’s voice cracked, raw and filled with anguish. “You’ll just dismiss me again! You’ll choose her over me!”
At that moment, her gaze fell upon us as we emerged from the elevator. Her tear-streaked face twisted with fresh torment when her eyes locked onto mine.
“She’s here,” Mira said into her phone, her voice dropping to a broken whisper. “She is here to watch me die.”
Brad’s eyes locked onto mine from across the rooftop, and in that brief moment, I saw something in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine—genuine fear. Not of Mira’s fall, but of the thoughts swirling in my mind, of the choices I might make.
I kept my expression carefully composed, even as my heart splintered into a thousand pieces. I couldn’t let him witness the turmoil tearing me apart. I had to be strong.
“Mira,” Brad tried again, his voice filled with urgency, “Elle has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me.”
“Everything has to do with her!” Mira screamed, her body swaying dangerously on the edge. “She’s the reason you won’t give us another chance! She’s the reason you’re breaking your promises to me!”
Her voice crescendoed, growing louder and more desperate. “You said you’d love me forever! Brad! I already apologized for leaving without a word! You promised me—you promised!”
I felt like an unwelcome intruder in a deeply intimate moment, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. This was the history between them that I had never fully grasped.
“Brad,” Mira’s voice dropped to a ragged whisper that somehow carried across the rooftop, “I just need to know one thing. Do you still love me?”
The silence that followed was deafening, heavy with unspoken words. Even the distant sound of sirens seemed muted, as if the world had paused to hold its breath.
I studied Brad’s face, watching the internal struggle play out in his amber eyes. My friends stood behind me, their supportive presence a mere shadow compared to the weight of this moment.
I turned away, unable to bear the sight of his expression any longer. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, a futile attempt to contain the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
“Elle,” Sophia whispered urgently, her voice laced with concern, “don’t listen to whatever he says up here. Whatever Mira forces him to say—that’s not his truth.”
But Abigail was transfixed by Raymond’s face, her eyes narrowing as she noted how his attention never wavered from me. A flicker of realization dawned in her eyes, and she squeezed my hand tighter, as if to anchor me.
“You know what?” Abigail said suddenly, her voice ringing with defiance. “If the whole world abandons you, I’ll still have your back.”
Sophia’s eyes flashed with understanding, recognizing the challenge in Abigail’s words. The two women exchanged a fierce glance over my head, a silent pact of solidarity.
Despite the turmoil, I managed a small, shaky laugh, a flicker of warmth amidst the cold dread.
But my attempt at levity couldn’t mask the trembling in my voice, nor the way my hands quaked at my sides.
Behind me, Brad’s voice finally shattered the silence.
“I did love you once,” he said quietly, his eyes squeezed shut as if the admission caused him physical pain.
My fingers tightened painfully, gripping my hands into fists.
“What about now?” Mira pressed, her voice laced with desperation. “Do you still love me now?”
Brad’s bitter laugh cut through the air like a knife. “Mira, isn’t that exactly what you already know?”
“I never got a fair chance!” Mira cried out, her body tilting dangerously as if the weight of her emotions could send her over the edge. “I never got to compete for you fairly! It’s all her fault—that human took you away from me!”
Brad lunged forward slightly, his face a mask of genuine terror as he saw Mira’s balance waver.
“Mira, please!” The desperation in his voice was palpable, a raw plea that echoed across the rooftop. “Come down and we’ll talk about anything you want! I’ll agree to whatever you need—just please come down!”
At that moment, I turned away completely, my back now to the unfolding drama behind me. My confidence in myself, in us, was crumbling with each desperate word that echoed in the air.
“Brad,” Mira’s voice softened, taking on a childlike quality that tugged at my heart. “Let’s start over. Give me a fair chance to compete for your heart. Please?”
Conclusion
As the chaos unfolded around me, I felt the weight of my own insecurities pressing down harder than ever. Each word exchanged between Brad and Mira felt like a dagger, cutting deeper into the fragile hope I had clung to. I had stepped into this moment believing I could be a source of strength, but instead, I found myself drowning in a sea of doubt and fear. The bond I thought we were building seemed to fray at the edges, leaving me grasping for reassurance in a storm of emotions. Yet, in the midst of my turmoil, the unwavering support from my friends—Raymond, Abigail, and Sophia—served as a lifeline, reminding me that I was not alone. Their presence, a blend of solidarity and understanding, gave me a flicker of courage to confront the uncertainty that loomed before me.
As Mira’s pleas echoed in the air, I realized that love, in all its complexity, was never a simple equation. It was messy, layered with past regrets and unfulfilled promises. Brad’s admission of past love hung heavily between us, a reminder of the history I could never fully erase. But as I stood there, surrounded by my friends, I felt a shift within me—a quiet resolve to reclaim my narrative. I would not allow Mira’s desperation to dictate my worth or Brad’s feelings. I understood now that love was not just about competition or past mistakes; it was about choices made in the present. In this moment of chaos, I chose to stand firm, to believe in my own strength, and to embrace the possibility of a future where I could forge my own path, unburdened by the shadows of others.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect to delve deeper into the emotional turmoil that grips Elle as she stands on the precipice of a heart-wrenching decision. With Mira’s desperate pleas echoing in the air, the stakes are higher than ever. Will Elle find the strength to confront her own insecurities and fight for the love she believes she has with Brad? As the tension escalates, the dynamics between the characters will shift, revealing hidden truths and buried feelings that could alter their relationships forever.
Moreover, the chapter promises to explore Brad’s internal struggle as he grapples with the weight of his past and the pull of his present. Will he succumb to Mira’s emotional manipulation, or will he recognize the strength of his bond with Elle? The fragile balance of their love hangs in the air, and the choices made in this moment could either forge a path toward healing or lead to irrevocable heartbreak. As the sirens wail in the distance, the reader will be left on the edge of their seat, anticipating the decisions that will shape the future of these intertwined lives.
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