Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 510

As Emma leaped and soared like a graceful deer at the festival, Theodore sat in a London hospital room, watching a video of her performance on his phone.

She was so beautiful, so incredibly talented.

The woman on the screen merged with the memory of the spirited, fairy-like girl from high school.

This was the real her. This was who she was always meant to be.

She wasn't a bird with broken wings, trapped in his cage. She was a forest sprite, light and vibrant, full of life. When she had first appeared in his ordinary world, it was as if she had set his entire life ablaze with light.

He watched the video, asking himself over and over, *Theodore, how could you have ever been so cruel as to destroy a spirit like that?*

Now, his little sprite had finally flown back to the forest.

And she would never fly back to him. Yet, despite the ache in his heart, he felt a profound sense of peace. This was how it should be.

*May you fly toward your passion, without hesitation or doubt. May your heart's desire be as boundless as the starry sky.*

Anna walked in, her face set in a stern expression.

She hadn't looked pleased with him since the night he was injured while saving Emma.

"Mr. Whitman, you cannot afford another injury like that," Anna said, her tone serious.

Theodore put his phone away, his demeanor meek and obedient. "I know."

"You had internal bleeding!" Anna was still furious.

"But it's stopped now, hasn't it?" he said with a small smile.

"The doctor said there can't be a next time. Absolutely not," Anna warned him sternly.

He just smiled and held out his phone to show her. "Look. Isn't she beautiful? It's a shame I couldn't see it in person."

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