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Chapter 696 Poisoned Oasis...

she was truly a priceless treasure to him. Lenny had not even felt such love from his own mother.

He remembered the day he lost her. A feeling similar to having every vein ripped out of his flesh. 

After all, her smile was oxygen to him and her touch was the blood propelling force in his veins. She had become the reason for his existence and even now, the sight of her, a sight he had never forgotten made every pain he felt from his battle with Agent \'X\' totally disappear.

 Catherine took a step down from the stage and walked towards him. His eyes locked in her\'s like a prisoner. However, his soul felt like he had found his long lost home.

As Lenny\'s eyes met Catherine\'s, a torrent of memories flooded through him, each one a vivid reminder of their time together. Catherine, with her artist\'s soul, had painted colors into his life that he hadn\'t known were missing. Her touch was like a brushstroke on the canvas of his being, each one tender and deliberate, leaving a lasting impression that time could never fade.

Her smile was a sanctuary, a place where Lenny found peace in the midst of chaos. It was a light that shone through his darkest moments, guiding him back to a semblance of hope when all seemed lost. The sound of her laughter was a melody that played on repeat in the back of his mind, a tune that brought comfort and a sense of home no matter where he was.

Lenny remembered the way her eyes would light up with passion when she spoke about her art, the way her face would contort in concentration as she focused on her work. He loved the infectious enthusiasm she had for the smallest of life\'s pleasures and the depth of her understanding when it came to the complexities of the human heart.

But it wasn\'t just her love and care that had etched her so deeply into his soul; it was her strength, her resilience. Each scar on her body was a testament to her battles, both internal and external. She wore them not as marks of pain, but as symbols of survival, and Lenny honored every one of them. He remembered the stories she told, each scar a chapter of her life that she shared with him, entrusting him with the most vulnerable parts of her past.

The day he lost her had left a void in Lenny\'s heart, a gaping wound that seemed impossible to heal. Her absence was like a suffocating vacuum, pulling away the very air he breathed. She had been his anchor, his reason for pushing forward even when the world seemed intent on dragging him down.

Now, as she stepped down from the stage and walked toward him, every injury, every drop of blood he had shed in the game, seemed inconsequential. His eyes locked onto hers, and the world around them faded into a blur. It was as if time had slowed down, allowing him this moment to fully immerse himself in the reality of her presence.

As Catherine approached, Lenny felt a pull toward her, an invisible force that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, those deep wells of emotion and understanding, held him captive, and he willingly surrendered to their hold. In her gaze, he found an ocean of love, an endless expanse that he could dive into and never wish to surface from.

His soul, battered and weary from the battles he had fought, suddenly felt as if it had found its way home. With each step she took, the distance between them closed, and Lenny felt the pieces of himself that he thought were lost begin to come back together. She was the missing piece, the key that unlocked the deepest chambers of his heart, where he had hidden away the capacity to love and be loved in return.

As Catherine finally reached him, the connection between them was palpable, a tangible energy that enveloped them both. Lenny reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he prepared to touch her, to confirm that she was real, that this wasn\'t just another cruel trick of the game.

In her presence, surrounded by the cheers and applause of the audience, Lenny Tales stood, a man profoundly changed by love, ready to embrace whatever future lay ahead as long as it included her. In Catherine, he had found more than just a partner; he had found a reason to believe in the possibility of a life filled with love, healing, and hope.

However, just when his hand was to touch her, The magistri stepped forward, shattering the dreamy moment. The magistri smiled, "If you touch her, you have chosen her." 

Lenny\'s fingers paused in the air, a subtle contemplation. 

The Magistri\'s intervention was a jolt back to reality for Lenny, a sharp reminder of the game\'s cruel nature and the weight of his decision. The choice was laid bare before him, stark and undeniable. Touching Catherine would mean choosing her, choosing the life that stood before him with her and Glenn, but at what cost?

Lenny\'s hand hovered in the air, an inch from her skin, every fiber of his being aching to close that distance. His heart pounded in his chest, a relentless drum urging him on, while his mind screamed for caution. The emotions swirling within him were overwhelming, a tempest of desire, fear, and longing.

He could feel every cell of his body begging him to touch her face. Even once. It was like a traveler in the desert, hungry for the thirst of water on his tongue, and then before his eyes was a beautiful Oasis.

 However, if he drank from it, he would certainly die.