Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Her voice got fainter with each word.

Darkness encroached Raegan’s consciousness, her breathing seemingly stifled.

She felt completely drained.

Raegan felt she lacked the strength to speak anymore.

She seemed to be doomed this day.

Through the dimming consciousness, she could still hear Misael’s cries.

At the moment she felt submerged by the landslide, Raegan thought about all the people she hadn’t had the chance to bid farewell to.

Her father, her brother, Nicole, Elin, Annis… And Mitchel.

She regretted not having directly replied to his question.

If only she had expressed her Longing for him…

Before losing consciousness, Raegan managed to force a smile.

If her life was to end alone, she wished her final expression in this world would be a smile.

Did fear grip her at this moment? Indeed, fear overwhelmed her.

Not merely fear, but a deep regret for not bidding farewell to those dear to her.

Yet, if given another chance, Raegan knew for sure she wouldn’t Leave Misael behind.

Despite the odds, she would still make the effort.

At the airport in Mccarthy.

Mitchel, in his sharp black suit, standing tall like a sturdy pine, holding a bouquet of red roses.

His elegant attire clashed oddly with the romantic gesture of the flowers.

Luis had advised sending flowers was the wise start of pursuing girls.

Mitchel didn’t tell Raegan he got to the airport in Mccarthy ahead of time, planning to catch the same flight back home with her.

He had arranged for Matteo to stay in Ardlens for Janey’s safety.

As soon as Mitchel activated his phone after his land, it was bombarded with missed calls and alerts.

Among the flood of messages, an urgent news alert caught his attention.

“A huge landslide hit Burwood, forcing people to evacuate.

We don’t know how many casualties there are yet…”

Mitchel froze.

The roses slipped from his grip and fell to the floor.

Petals spread out everywhere.

Mitchel hurriedly left the airport.

In Burwood.

At the site of the calamity.

Mitchel stood silently at the edge, his presence radiating a dignified, solitary coldness.

The scene in front of him looked nothing like the quaint village Raegan had depicted in her photos.

What confronted him was a landscape of mud, stones, and wreckage – complete ruin.

Mitchel felt shattered.

“Raegan…” He seemed unable to bear it any longer and collapsed to his knees, his mind praying for Raegan’s safety.

The two elite guards arranged by Mitchel for Raegan’s safety, now covered in dust, approached Mitchel and reported in a dry, raspy voice, “Mr.

Dixon, we’ve searched this whole area and found no sign of Miss Foster…”

The disaster had been ferocious.

Yet, due to effective emergency response, casualties were minimized.

The village’s population was small to begin with.