Charlotte's POV
Three days had already passed since Julius' execution.
Even after all that time, the whole thing still felt strange to think about. Surreal, maybe.
Death was such a simple thing when you looked at it from the outside. A person existed, and then they didn't. Yet somehow, even knowing that, it still felt difficult to fully process.
Still, I understood why it had to happen.
Julius had crossed far too many lines. He had become someone unforgivable, someone who had hurt too many people and caused too much damage for anyone to simply overlook it anymore. At some point, punishment stopped being about second chances and started becoming about consequences.
And in his case, the only thing left that could possibly redeem him was death itself.
Honestly, even saying that in my head felt heavy.
I leaned back slightly in my chair and stared at the ceiling for a while, letting out a slow breath.
His death was… complicated.
