Chapter: CHAPTER 80: BOUND EMOTIONS. Dream's POV The connection between us wasn’t something visible, but I could feel it like a thread tugging at the edge of my chest. It started subtle, a flutter, a buzz whenever Gloss smiled, but it grew heavier with each passing day, as if the air itself carried his emotions and pressed them against me. The system’s “soul link” had bound us together more tightly than I had expected, and I didn’t know whether to call it a miracle or a curse. Every time he laughed, warmth rippled through me. When he frowned, I felt a pull in my ribs, a sharp ache like guilt and confusion mixed. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but then it happened again, and again, until I couldn’t deny it anymore, his emotions were my emotions, and mine were his. We’d been trying to adjust, pretending it was fine, pretending it didn’t affect how we worked, how we looked at each other. But it did. It affected everything. It was during a quiet morning meeting that I first noticed how impossible it had become
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Chapter: CHAPTER 79: SOUL LINK. Gloss POV At first, I thought “Soul Link” sounded poetic, maybe even romantic in a dramatic kind of way. But I was wrong. It’s not poetic. It’s chaos. Imagine waking up and feeling someone else’s headache, or feeling your chest tighten because someone across the room is stressed out. That’s what it’s like now. Every time Dream feels something, I feel it too, and vice versa. When the system first synced us, it didn’t explain much. Just a brief flicker of text across my vision: “Emotional synchronization complete.” That’s it. No manual. No off switch. Just me, tied to Dream like we share a single heartbeat. The morning after, I realized just how deep the connection went. He was in his office, probably working through one of his insane deadlines, and I was sitting in the kitchen, trying to eat cereal in peace. Suddenly, I felt it, a sharp jolt of irritation, like caffeine and fire mixed together. My spoon froze halfway to my mouth. “Dream?” I called out. He didn’t answer. The
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Chapter: CHAPTER 78: BACK FROM THE DEAD. Dream's POV When you’ve seen someone die in your arms, watched the light fade from their eyes, and felt the cold settle into their skin, you don’t believe it when they come back. No matter how real it looks, your brain refuses to accept it. It tells you it’s a glitch, a dream, a cruel loop from a system that loves to play god. That’s where I am now, standing in my own living room, still holding Gloss, still feeling his heartbeat against my chest, and still not believing a damn second of it. He feels too warm, too alive. His pulse beats steady under my fingers, his breathing syncs with mine. I’ve spent days haunted by his absence, nights talking to shadows, imagining the echo of his voice in the silence. And now he’s here. Laughing. Smiling. His eyes, bright and familiar, look at me like I’m the only real thing in the room. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful. It’s impossible. I pull away slightly, just enough to look at him. He looks exactly the same, messy hair, faint scar on his jaw, t
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Chapter: CHAPTER 77: MISSION REBOOT. Gloss POV When I wake, the world feels too quiet, like someone pressed pause on everything except the slow, steady beat in my chest. My eyelids feel heavy, my body weightless, as if I’m suspended between sleep and something else. It takes me a moment to realize I’m lying on soft sheets that smell faintly like cedar and static. My fingers twitch against the fabric. It’s warm. Real. I blink slowly, the light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows pulling me back into focus. I know this room. The sleek architecture, the glass walls, the sound of city life humming faintly below. Dream’s penthouse. But why am I here? The last thing I remember is the system’s scream, a blinding light, and the cold weight of nothing. I remember choosing to let him remember me, and then the sound of my heartbeat slipping away. So why am I breathing now? My fingers grip the edge of the blanket. The surface under me hums softly, as if alive. The faint buzz of the system’s energy signature ripples th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 76: THE RESTART. Dream's POV The days that followed blurred into one another, long stretches of silence, cold air, and the dull hum of machines that no longer meant anything. Hospitals had a way of erasing sound. The walls swallowed grief, the halls muffled it. Every echo felt too soft, too controlled, like sorrow was something sterile. They’d told me he was gone before I could even comprehend the words. The monitors had gone still, the room had gone quiet, and I’d screamed until my voice broke. They had to pull me away. I’d begged the system to reverse it, to fix it, to bring him back. But the system had gone silent too, nothing but a blank screen. Now, I stood in front of his grave, the world gray and too still around me. It was a simple stone. He would’ve hated anything elaborate. The engraving read only his name, the dates, and a small line I’d chosen myself. “He stayed until the end.” I hadn’t cried since that day. My tears had dried out somewhere between the hospital and the funeral. I’d
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Chapter: CHAPTER 75: HEART RESET. Gloss POV Darkness pressed against me like water. Thick, heavy, infinite. I couldn’t tell if I was floating or falling. My body felt weightless, my mind barely tethered to anything real. Somewhere far away, I thought I heard my name, faint, distant, distorted. Dream’s voice. But it sounded like it was coming from underwater, muffled and fading with every passing second. Then, silence. I tried to move, to speak, to breathe, but there was no air, no gravity, no body. Just me, drifting through black nothingness. For a moment, I thought I was dead. Maybe I was. The purge. The flash. The pain. The way his hands tried to hold me as the system tore me apart. It all came back in fragments. I should have been gone. I was gone. But something still held me here. A faint pulse stirred around me, almost like a heartbeat, but mechanical, rhythmic, steady. Then, slowly, faint strands of light appeared, weaving through the dark, thin golden codes, moving like veins. They pulsed in sync with
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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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