Chapter: CHAPTER 207: EPILOGUE 2 (LIFE'S CRUEL GAMBIT).The Narrator's POV Life is a strange, merciless thing. It moves forward with a kind of relentless, unfeeling momentum, never pausing to consider whether we are ready for what comes next. One moment, you are laughing in the sunlight, hand in hand with the person who makes your soul feel alive, and the next, you are standing in silence, clutching the shattered pieces of your heart. It happens so suddenly, so violently, that you almost cannot comprehend it. Noah’s story is one we have heard countless times before, though rarely in such vivid, heartbreaking detail. A story of love discovered, nurtured, and then ripped away by the cruel, unrelenting tide of reality. For Noah, Adrian was not just a man. He was a home, a safe harbor in a storm-tossed world, the promise of a future where joy could flourish. Adrian was his confidant, his protector, his anchor when the weight of life threatened to drag him under. Their love burned bright and fierce, the kind of love that made Noah believe
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Chapter: CHAPTER 206: AWAKENING.Noah's POV My body jerked violently as the blinding light swallowed everything. I felt myself falling, weightless and suspended in nothingness, like my entire being was unraveling thread by thread. Adrian’s voice was the last thing I heard, echoing through the void, his desperate cry tearing through me. Then, silence. When my eyes fluttered open, darkness greeted me. Heavy, suffocating darkness. My chest rose and fell in frantic, uneven breaths as I tried to understand where I was. My sheets clung to my skin, damp with sweat, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. For a moment, I couldn’t move. My limbs felt like they didn’t belong to me, like I’d been dropped back into a body I hadn’t worn in years. Slowly, my gaze adjusted to the dim light filtering through the curtains, and recognition struck me like a cruel blow. My room. The peeling paint on the ceiling, the faint hum of the radiator, the stack of half-read books on my nightstand, it was all painfully, achingly familiar.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 205: THE CHOICE BETWEEN DREAMS AND TRUTHS.Noah's POV My breath came in ragged gasps as Adrian’s plea echoed through the trembling air. The hallway around me wavered like smoke, the edges of the world flickering as though it were a fragile painting about to be torn apart. I clutched the doorknob, my hand trembling so violently I could barely keep hold of it. Adrian stood only a few feet away, his chest rising and falling with frantic breaths. His beautiful face, usually so calm and controlled, was raw with fear. His hands were outstretched toward me, not daring to touch, as if even that would shatter the fragile space we stood in. “Don’t,” he whispered again, his voice breaking. “Please, Noah. Don’t open it.” I stared at him, my heart splitting in two. Every instinct screamed at me to run into his arms, to let him hold me, to forget this door even existed. But the questions clawed at me, relentless and unyielding. “What’s behind it?” My voice trembled. “Why won’t you tell me?” Adrian’s lips parted, but no words ca
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Chapter: CHAPTER 204: CRACKS IN THE ILLUSION.Noah's POV The days passed in a blur of perfect moments, so flawless it almost hurt to breathe. Adrian and I lived as if the world belonged only to us. Every morning, I woke to his arms around me, his lips brushing my skin as he whispered sweet words that made my heart flutter. We walked hand in hand through meadows, shared laughter over candlelit dinners, and fell asleep beneath a sky full of stars that seemed painted just for us.It should have been enough.It was everything I’d ever wanted, everything I thought I’d never have again. But as the days slipped by, a strange unease began to creep in. At first, I ignored it. I told myself I was imagining things, that my mind was playing tricks on me because I wasn’t used to peace like this.But then the little cracks began to show.One morning, as Adrian handed me a cup of coffee, he said, “For you, love,” with that soft smile I adored. I kissed him, took the cup, and sat down at the table. Moments later, he turned to me again, same exp
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Chapter: CHAPTER 203: THE LIFE WE COULD HAVE HAD.Noah's POV When I woke, sunlight poured through the window, warm and golden, wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort. For a moment, I stayed perfectly still, my eyes closed, listening to the rhythmic sound of Adrian’s breathing beside me. His arm was draped over my waist, his fingers lightly tracing lazy patterns on my skin. My heart swelled at the simple intimacy of it, my lips curving into a soft smile as the realization settled in: he was here, alive, with me.This was what I had always wanted. No alarms blaring in the middle of the night, no weapons stashed under the bed, no shadow of danger waiting just beyond our door. There was no need to constantly watch our backs or wonder who might be lurking in the dark. Just Adrian and me, safe and together.I turned in his arms, drinking in the sight of his face. His lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes, a sleepy grin spreading across his lips when he saw me watching.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. He presse
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Chapter: CHAPTER 202: A WORD WITHOUT PAIN.This is a spin off of the book, showcasing what grief does to us and how it can change and affect our lives, and mental stability. > Noah's POV I woke to the soft warmth of sunlight streaming through sheer curtains, its glow spreading across my face like a gentle touch. For a moment, I stayed perfectly still, my mind blank and heavy, as if waking from a deep, dreamless sleep. The air was sweet, carrying the scent of wildflowers and salt, and somewhere nearby I could hear the low, rhythmic murmur of waves. It was unlike any morning I had ever known, too perfect, too still. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and my breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t in my apartment. I wasn’t in the safe house or in any place I recognized. I lay on a bed far larger than mine, covered in pale linen sheets that shimmered like water under sunlight. The room itself looked like it had been carved out of a dream. Pale stone walls glowed warmly, sunlight reflecting off them like liquid gold. Beyond the open win
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Chapter: CHAPTER 170: THE MORNING CHAOS.Dream's POV The first morning living together officially, I realized, was nothing like I had imagined. There were no soft awakenings, no serene stretches of sunlight to accompany a quiet cup of coffee. No, our morning was loud, chaotic, and entirely predictable once Gloss decided to move in permanently. And as I stared at the scene unfolding in the penthouse kitchen, I could only shake my head, amused, exasperated, and a little helpless. Gloss was already there, pajamas slightly askew, hair sticking out in every direction as if he’d wrestled with the pillow and lost spectacularly. He had this look of determination in his green eyes, as if he had a mission, and somehow I knew exactly what it was. He was preparing his coffee. Not just any coffee, but the one he deemed perfect, with just the right splash of milk, exactly two spoonfuls of sugar, and a tilt of the mug toward the exact spot where he would later set it on the counter. Ritual, precision, control, typical Gloss. Naturally,
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Chapter: CHAPTER 169: RETURN TO NORMALCY.Gloss POV Life had a way of creeping back in quietly, subtly, after everything that had shattered and bent and rebuilt itself around us. Days began again like tiny pulses of routine, stretching across hours that felt almost ordinary. The first morning, I woke in Dream’s penthouse, sunlight spilling lazily across the floor, painting the room gold, and the first thing i noticed was him beside me, still asleep, his arm thrown over the edge of the bed like he hadn’t moved all night. I stared at him, taking a quiet breath, memorizing the curve of his jaw, the line of his shoulders, the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. My fingers itched to touch, but now they could, and i did, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He murmured something low in his sleep, smiled faintly, and rolled onto his side, facing me. My heart did a tiny somersault. Coffee became our first ritual again. I wandered into the kitchen in pajamas too big for me, still smelling faintly like the hotel room i had
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Chapter: CHAPTER 168: SYSTEM GHOST.Gloss POV The world settles in. After everything that tore and broke and bent around us, the city now stays still, quiet and warm beneath the night sky. Dream’s arms linger around my waist even long after the world stops humming. He holds me as if he is still afraid that taking one step away might break something invisible. I do not move far either. My hands stay on his chest as the room finally stops vibrating, and the glow outside fades into a natural night. Dream looks down at me with soft eyes, the calmest I have seen him in days. His fingers trace the back of my hand slowly, grounding me, anchoring me in this world i chose to remain in. The city outside glows faintly, like soft reflections of gold remain in the shadows. We stay close until the weight of everything fades into a quiet warmth between us. Later, when the world is calm and Dream finally relaxes enough to step away and breathe properly, we leave the office. We walk through the building together, the lights steady
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Chapter: CHAPTER 167: RECONSTRUCTED WORLD.Dream's POV Gloss is warm in my arms. Warm. Solid. Here. His breath grazes my neck while I hold him, and I still do not trust it. I still do not trust myself. I still do not trust this world that once tore him away in ways I cannot even describe without wanting to tear the sky apart. My hands stay firm around him, one at his back, the other at the base of his skull, as if anchoring him might somehow convince reality to behave. He is real again. Those words echo in my head long after I whisper them. His heartbeat shakes against my chest, steady and unsure all at once. My body remembers how empty I felt without that rhythm close to me. I press him closer, afraid the warmth might flicker, afraid the solidity might fade, afraid the world might trick me again. I keep my eyes shut for a long moment, letting the weight of him settle against me. The room is still trembling faintly, like the last aftershocks of an earthquake. My office chair lies tipped on its side. The glow that was w
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Chapter: CHAPTER 166: CODE MERGE.Gloss POV The moment my lips touch his, the world reacts. Not softly, not gently. It reacts like something buried deep inside its foundation has been waiting, holding its breath for the exact second my mouth pressed against his. The air shivers around us, thin threads of light flickering at the edges of my vision. My body is still weightless, still half-transparent, but I can feel something I couldn’t feel before. A pull. A spark. A single, trembling tether stretching from my chest to his, tightening with every second the kiss lingers. I kiss him deeper, or at least I try. My lips glide through him in places, catching faintly in others, like the world is trying to decide whether I’m a ghost, a glitch, or something else entirely. Dream’s breath stutters against me, though I’m not fully touching him. My presence brushes through him like warm static, and he leans in as if instinct alone is guiding him toward where he hopes I am. My hand rises to hold his jaw, but my fingers slip
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Chapter: CHAPTER 165: PHANTOM TOUCH.Gloss POV Darkness does not hold me. Light does not greet me. Instead I float. Weightless. Airless. Caught between waking and falling, like my body is present somewhere but my soul is unsure of where to settle. The world feels too soft under me, like a sheet of fog instead of a real surface. I blink, and everything comes into view at once. Dream’s office. The familiar desk. The soft glow of evening light brushing across the floor. And him. Dream sits in his chair, his head bowed slightly, his hand wrapped around my scarf. The sight of him makes something inside me ache. He looks tired. Heavy. As if he has spent hours whispering to a ghost he cannot see. I take a breath, though the air feels thin. I rise slowly, pushing myself upright, and my fingers slide through the floor before I realize what is happening. My hand does not meet resistance. My legs do not cast a shadow. My heart still beats, but softly, like it knows it is not completely tied to this world anymore. I stand
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