---- A subordinate led Keith to the morgue, sneaking peeks at his face. I was Keith's sister, the victim, and he had always been good to me, at least to the outside world. Which made the subordinate wonder, why was Keith so cool about my death? Keith's Beta swung the morgue's door wide open, and a blast of icy air hit them. Keith could swear he heard the hum of the cooling system, the kind of chill that seemed to seep into his bones. There I was, lying solo on the hard, cold slab, the silence so loud it was suffocating. Keith froze, unable to move. Without getting any closer, Keith knew it was me. His head spun with a sudden dizziness. I was there, serene as ever, dressed in my favorite blue skirt that cinched at the waist and fell to my knees. It was the skirt he had always said I looked stunning ---- in. The realization hit Keith like a punch to the gut-I had died on my way to his bonding ceremony, clutching the invitation he had sent me. "gir." His Beta's voice snapped him back to reality. Keith was not indifferent; he was in agony, his calm. nothing more than a facade. Keith shook off the shock and moved closer. He had seen his share of the dead, but accepting that I was the one lying there was something else entirely. In his memories, I was distant when quiet, a whirlwind of charm when I laughed, but never like that-pale and lifeless. Keith's gaze lingered on my face, his heart silently screaming. 'Elsie, come on, open your eyes, look at me 1 However, my eyes remained shut, my face etched with the stillness of death. ---- He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched my icy cheek. Keith's breath hitched. He had always wished I would know when to stop, that our meetings were only hurting us both, that letting go was for the best. However, then, I was gone. He staggered back, his balance off, and then he saw it -my right hand was gripping something tightly. With a shaky heart, Keith knelt down to pry my fingers open, needing to see what I held onto in the end. Keith was terrified of causing me any more pain. He tried to be gentle, warming my hand slightly before he cautiously unfolded it. There, in my open palm, was a shard of a necklace, glinting faintly. Amemory flashed through Keith's mind-it was a piece of the very gift he had once given me. Title: ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes Author: CrushReel Genre: Romance Status: ongoing Embark on an exhilarating journey alongside Luke Charles Stafford as he navigates from the heartland of the Midwest to the glitzy realm of Hollywood in "ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes" by CrushReel. This ongoing romantic tale delves into the intertwined lives of characters amidst contrasting backdrops, promising a narrative rich in depth and emotion. Within this captivating episode, Luke's transition from a quaint Midwestern setting to the bustling streets of Hollywood unveils layers of personal growth and unforeseen encounters. As he grapples with newfound challenges and connections, themes of love, ambition, and self-discovery intertwine to create a tapestry of emotions that resonate with readers on a profound level. "ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes" stands out through its nuanced portrayal of relationships and the pursuit of dreams against a backdrop of contrasting landscapes. CrushReel's expertise in crafting authentic characters and evocative settings ensures a reading experience that transcends traditional romance narratives. Immerse yourself in this spellbinding story, available to read at CrushReel, and witness firsthand the magnetic pull of fate as it weaves its intricate web through the lives of Luke and those around him. Experience the magic of "ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes" as it unfolds online at CrushReel, inviting you to explore the depths of love and ambition in a world where paths cross and destinies collide.