The villa had changed.
Not chaotic anymore.
Not loud.
Structured.
Jay sat by the window, legs tucked slightly, wrapped in a light blanket.
She looked better.
Stronger.
But still—
restricted.
"Don't lean too much."
"Sit properly."
"Rest your arm."
She didn't even react anymore.
"…I'm fine," she said quietly.
"No fighting," MJ reminded.
"No training," Kanning added.
"No pushing limits," Aum followed.
Jay nodded.
"…I know."
But this time—
her voice didn't argue.
It just… accepted.
And that made it worse.
That evening—
she got the message.
Company work.
Devil Warriors operations.
Location:
Canada.
Duration:
Two months.
Jay stared at the screen.
Silent.
"…I have to go."
But she already knew—
if she told them—
They wouldn't let her.
Not after everything.
Not after what happened.
She looked toward the hallway.
Voices.
Laughter.
People.
Her people.
"…they won't understand."
Night fell.
The villa went quiet.
Lights off.
Doors closed.
Jay lay on the bed—
eyes open.
Not sleeping.
Thinking.
Then—
she sat up.
No hesitation this time.
"…now."
She stood.
Steady.
No dizziness.
No weakness.
Just determination.
She walked to the table.
Picked up a pen.
A small piece of paper.
Paused.
Then wrote:
"I'm going. Don't look for me for some time.Take care of yourselves."
She stared at it.
Then added—
after a pause—
"…I'll come back."
She folded it.
Left it on the table.
Right where they'd see it.
Jay moved quietly.
No noise.
No hesitation.
Door opened—
slow.
No one stopped her.
No one saw her.
And just like that—
She walked out.
The city was still half asleep.
But the airport—
was alive.
Lights.
Announcements.
Movement.
Jay walked in—
hood up—
face partially hidden.
Trying to stay unnoticed.
But that never worked for long.
"…wait—"
A voice.
Then another.
"…is that—?"
Jay paused.
"…Jay?"
Too late.
A group of fans rushed closer.
Phones out.
Excited.
"Oh my god it's her—"
"Are you really here—?"
"Can we take a picture—?"
Jay blinked once.
Then—
softened.
"…yeah."
Photos.
Smiles.
Quick conversations.
"…are you traveling?"
Jay nodded.
"…yeah."
"Where?"
She paused.
"…work."
They didn't push.
Just excited.
Happy.
Unaware.
Phones clicked.
And within minutes—
photos spread.
Posts.
Stories.
Captions:
"SPOTTED JAY AT AIRPORT???""IS SHE LEAVING???"
Jay stood near the gate.
Boarding call echoed.
She didn't move immediately.
Instead—
she looked down at her phone.
No messages.
No calls.
They were still asleep.
They didn't know yet.
She exhaled slowly.
"…sorry…"
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just real.
Then—
she stepped forward.
Boarded.
For the first time—
she left—
without telling them.
Without waiting.
Without being stopped.
And somewhere behind her—
in a quiet villa—
a single note waited—
to change everything.