Before The Last Sunrise We Chase Unspoken Promises Together by Arlo Hayes Finn 9 Summary
In Chapter 9 of “Before The Last Sunrise We Chase Unspoken Promises Together,” Bryson is engulfed in a frantic search for his wife, Vivienne, only to find that all traces of her identity have mysteriously disappeared. As he recalls the moments leading up to her disappearance, he realizes that Vivienne had been planning her escape from their life together, a revelation that strikes him with a painful clarity. The tension of their relationship, marked by her guarded demeanor and his growing indifference, culminates in her decision to leave, leaving Bryson feeling both panicked and desperate.
Driven by a surge of urgency, Bryson commands his subordinates to locate Vivienne, his composed exterior cracking under the weight of his emotions. His colleagues are taken aback by his uncharacteristic outburst, and they quickly mobilize to help him. As time ticks away, Bryson is consumed by regret and self-loathing, grappling with the realization that his actions may have driven her to flee. When he learns that she has already left for the airport, he races against time, determined to stop her from boarding her flight to Britain.
Despite his reckless speed, Bryson arrives at the airport only to discover that he is too late. The plane has already departed, and he watches helplessly as it ascends into the sky, taking Vivienne away from him forever. This moment leaves him devastated, as he confronts the reality of his choices and the pain he has caused her. Memories of their shared past flood his mind, each one a reminder of his failures and the love he took for granted.
Overwhelmed by despair, Bryson’s anguish culminates in a physical manifestation of his emotional pain as he strikes a pillar in frustration. Despite the blood that spills from his knuckles, he feels no pain, only the deep ache of loss and regret. As he kneels on the cold floor of the airport, he is left to grapple with the emptiness that Vivienne’s departure has created in his heart, questioning the very nature of his feelings for her and the consequences of his actions.
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**Before The Last Sunrise We Chase Unspoken Promises Together by Arlo Hayes Finn**
**Chapter 9**
Bryson combed through the room with a fervor that bordered on desperation, his heart racing as he searched for any trace of Vivienne’s identity—only to discover that every single document had vanished without a trace.
He was suddenly flooded with memories of the thick file folder she had clutched just days ago, the tension in her posture, and the guarded look in her eyes that had been a silent scream for help. The way she had recoiled from him, as if every fiber of her being was resisting the life they had built together, now replayed in his mind like a haunting melody.
In that moment, clarity struck him like a bolt of lightning—she had been plotting her escape from him all along.
A wave of realization washed over Bryson, and for the first time, he fully grasped the gravity of her absence. It wasn’t an act of vengeance, nor was it a mere test of his affection; it was a meticulously orchestrated departure, one that left no room for second chances as she slipped away from his life.
His heart raced, and his eyes burned with a manic intensity. “Find her! Go find her! Immediately! Now!” he bellowed at his subordinates, his voice echoing off the walls, veins bulging at his temples like angry rivers. The composed, dignified facade he usually wore crumbled away, revealing a raw panic that threatened to engulf him.
His colleagues exchanged bewildered glances, shocked by this uncharacteristic outburst. They had never witnessed Bryson lose his grip on control before. Without a moment’s hesitation, they sprang into action, mobilizing every contact and resource they had in a frantic bid to locate her.
Time stretched painfully, each tick of the clock resonating like a drumbeat of impending doom. A sharp, relentless ache gripped his chest, while regret, panic, and self-loathing coiled around his heart like suffocating vines, tightening their grip until he felt he could scarcely draw breath.
Finally, one of his subordinates rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed. “Colonel Fenwick, we’ve located her! Mrs. Fenwick. Vivienne left the city by train yesterday afternoon. According to the ticket information and the airline system, her destination is JFK. She purchased a direct flight ticket to Britain that departs at 5 p.m. today.”
Bryson’s heart lurched as he jerked his head up, his eyes darting to the clock on the wall. It was already eleven in the morning. Less than six hours remained before the plane took off.
“JFK… Prepare the car! No, I’ll drive myself!” he declared, snatching the car keys from the table and bolting out the door like an arrow released from a bow, diving into the military jeep with a fierce determination.
“Colonel Fenwick, it’s at least 200 miles from the military district to JFK! Even if you leave now, you won’t make it in time!” a subordinate shouted after him, desperation lacing his voice.
The chaos of the moment drew the attention of others, who stepped outside, bewildered by Bryson’s uncharacteristic frenzy.
Why was he so desperate now, when he had seemed indifferent to Mrs. Fenwick before?
But Bryson didn’t hear the frantic calls of his subordinate. He slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, the engine roaring to life like a wild beast unleashed, and the car shot forward, racing down the road. The scenery outside blurred into streaks of color as he gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his mind consumed by a singular thought—faster, faster! He had to stop her!
What should have been a journey lasting the better part of a day, he forced himself to complete in less than five hours. The tires screeched as he brought the car to a halt at the airport departure hall entrance, not even pausing to turn off the engine. He flung open the door and sprinted toward the international departures security checkpoint, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Vivi! Vivienne!” he called out hoarsely, his voice cracking as he pushed through the throngs of travelers, ignoring their curious glances. His eyes darted frantically, searching for that familiar figure amidst the crowd.
But the departure hall was a chaotic sea of humanity, bustling with people coming and going, and there was no sign of her anywhere.
He rushed to the service desk, grabbing the staff member with a shaky grip, desperation evident in his voice. “Has the flight to Britain boarded? Has it left?”
Startled by his intimidating presence, the staff member glanced nervously at the screen. “Sir, there is only one flight to Britain today, and it departed on time ten minutes ago.”
It had taken off…
A hollow feeling settled in Bryson’s chest, as if all the air had been sucked out of him in an instant. He stood there, frozen, every drop of blood in his veins turning to ice.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze, and through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, he caught sight of a silver-white plane roaring into the sky, carving a long white trail across the azure expanse, shrinking smaller and smaller until it finally vanished from his view.
In the end, he was too late.
Bryson stared blankly at the empty sky, a sharp pain lancing through his heart, as if the most vital part of him had been wrenched away, leaving a gaping, bloody wound that would never heal.
All at once, a tidal wave of regret, remorse, and self-reproach crashed over him, overwhelming his senses. Memories flooded back—her frail form after donating a kidney, her silence in the face of Nikki’s provocations, the despair etched on her face when he had wrongly accused her of stealing a necklace… And what had he done?
He had carelessly wounded her with her own love and devotion, trampling her sincerity beneath his heel, and for the sake of another woman, had pushed her to the brink time and again.
It was he who had driven her away.
In a fit of anguish, he slammed his fist against the cold pillar beside him. The skin on his knuckles split, and blood oozed out, yet he felt no pain at all.
Why did his heart ache so fiercely?
Didn’t he claim not to love her?
If he didn’t love her, then why did it feel as though his heart shattered into a million pieces when she left?
The airport hall was brightly lit and buzzing with noise, yet he felt as if he were ensnared in an endless abyss of cold and darkness.
Overwhelmed by despair, Bryson collapsed to his knees, his hands pressed against the frigid floor, his tall frame trembling uncontrollably as he succumbed to the weight of his sorrow.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of his frantic race against time, Bryson found himself engulfed in a silence that echoed louder than the bustling airport around him. The realization that he had lost Vivienne, not just to the distance of the departing plane but to the culmination of his own mistakes, settled heavily on his shoulders. Each heartbeat felt like a reminder of the love he had taken for granted, a love that had been quietly pleading for recognition amidst the chaos of his life. The weight of regret pressed down on him, forcing him to confront the truth he had long avoided: he had pushed her away, and now, as he knelt on the cold floor, he understood that his indifference had been a betrayal of the very bond they had shared.
As he stared into the emptiness where she had once stood, Bryson’s heart ached with the clarity of loss. The vibrant memories of their time together, once a source of joy, now twisted into a painful reminder of what could have been. He realized that love was not merely a word to be spoken but a commitment to be nurtured, and in his failure to cherish Vivienne, he had lost the one person who had believed in him unconditionally. With tears streaming down his face, he vowed to carry the lessons of this heart-wrenching moment forward, a haunting reminder that the unspoken promises they had shared would forever linger in the shadows of his heart, urging him to become the man worthy of her love.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter, Bryson’s emotional turmoil will reach a boiling point as he grapples with the consequences of his actions and the stark reality of Vivienne’s departure. With his heart heavy and burdened by regret, he will embark on a journey of self-discovery, confronting the demons of his past and the choices that led to this heartbreaking moment. Readers can anticipate an exploration of Bryson’s psyche as he reflects on his relationship with Vivienne, revealing the layers of love and pain that have shaped their tumultuous bond.
As Bryson wrestles with his feelings of loss and guilt, the narrative will introduce new characters who may hold the key to understanding Vivienne’s motivations and the secrets she harbored. Will Bryson find allies in unexpected places, or will he be forced to navigate this tumultuous path alone? The stakes will rise as he races against time to uncover the truth behind Vivienne’s departure, leading to a climactic revelation that could either mend their fractured relationship or drive them further apart. Prepare for a chapter filled with tension, emotional depth, and the unyielding search for redemption as Bryson fights to reclaim the love he once took for granted.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
