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“I can’t continue this relationship anymore, Eliana, I’m tired.” Mike’s voice was flat. No anger, no hesitation, he was just done.
For a moment, I thought I didn’t hear him well. “Tired?” I repeated, my voice shaking. Tired of what? Mike, what are you saying?
He didn’t look at me. That hurt more than his words. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor like I wasn’t worth facing.
“I’m done, Eliana.” Done? Are you done with four years just like that. No, I said quickly, stepping closer to him. No, you don’t mean that. We can fix this.
Whatever it is, we’ll fix it. Please—just talk to me. My hands reached for him, but he pulled away like my touch burned. That was when panic set in.
Mike, please, I whispered, my voice breaking. Don’t do this, dont end us this way, at least not like this. Not without even telling me why.
You haven't even given me reasons why you want to break up with me and you want me to accept this? No, no, Mike i can't accept this please.
Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to stop talking. If I stopped, it would mean this was real.
I know I’ve made mistakes, I continued, my words rushing over each other. But so have you. We always work things out. That’s what we do and that’s why we are here, to fix things together when they go wrong.
He finally looked at me and I wish he hadn’t. There was nothing in his eyes anymore. No love, no softness, just distance.
I don’t feel the same anymore. Those words hit harder than anything else. I staggered back slightly, shaking my head.
No… you don’t mean that. You can’t just stop loving someone overnight. It didn’t happen overnight and that was worse. It meant he had been feeling this way for a long time… and I didn’t even notice.
Then why didn’t you tell me? I cried. Why didn’t you say anything? He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Because I didn’t want to deal with this. This? I pointed between us. You mean us?
“Yes.” He said. I felt something inside me crack.
Please, I whispered, my voice barely there now. Just… don’t leave me like this. For a second, I thought he might change his mind, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped back.
“I’m sorry'', Eliana then he turned and walked away just like that. “Mike!” I called after him, my voice echoing louder than I expected. “Mike, wait” But he didn’t stop.
I stood there frozen, as his figure disappeared from my life and just like that… I was alone. I don’t remember how long I stood there. Then suddenly, reality crashed into me all at once. My hands started shaking as I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.The number you are trying to reach is not available.
“No…” I whispered, dialing again. “Pick up, please pick up.” But i got same response. My chest tightened painfully.
I opened my w******p with trembling fingers thinking maybe he would reply there or maybe this was all a misunderstanding. But the moment I opened our chat, my heart dropped. His last message stared at me.
''I’m done Eliana''. There was no explanation, just those three words and that was when i realized that mike was gone for real.
"I didn’t cry immediately—that was the strange part. I just stared at the screen, like I couldn’t process what had just happened. 'Four years,' I whispered, counting my fingers."
Memories flooded my mind—our first date, the way he used to hold my hand, the late-night calls, and the promises we made. They were all gone just like that .
My throat tightened, and then the tears came. They didn’t fall gently; they came all at once, uncontrollable. I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to hold in the sound, but it didn’t work. Everything hurt—my chest, my head—and even breathing felt painful.
I hate you….. I whispered through tears. I hate you so much, Mike. But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t true—and that was the worst part.
I don’t know why I went to the restaurant. It was almost empty when I walked in. The soft light made everything feel distant. I sat down without thinking.
A waitress approached me with a small smile. Good evening, ma’am, what would you like to order?
I stared at her for a moment before answering. I’m not hungry, she hesitated. Would you like something to drink? Yes, i replied calmly.
What would you like? Something strong, I replied. She nodded and left.
A few minutes later, she returned with a bottle. I didn’t even check what it was, I just drank. I had one, two, three, and then four bottles. The alcohol burned, but I didn't care.
“Four years…” I muttered, shaking my head. “Four whole years, and this is how it ends?”
The waitress returned, her expression slightly concerned. Ma’am, that’s enough for tonight. Another one, I said, pushing the empty bottle aside.
I’m sorry, but we’re closing soon.’ I stared at her, annoyed. ‘Just one more.’ ‘I can’t she said in a low tune.
I let out a dry laugh. Of course you can’t. Everything was being taken away from me tonight anyway. I threw some money on the table and stood up. Or at least… I tried to.
The moment I got up, the world tilted. My legs felt heavy, and my vision blurred.
Oh….. I whispered, grabbing the edge of the table. I think I’m drunk. The waitress rushed forward. Ma’am, do you need help?’ I’m fine, I said quickly, pulling away. I can walk, i couldn’t, but I tried anyway.
The night air hit my face as I stepped outside. I stumbled forward, laughing bitterly. Look at me,I muttered. Crying over a man who doesn’t even want me.
Anger rose inside me, sudden and fierce. Fuck you, Mike! I shouted into the empty street. Go to hell! I don’t care anymore! But even as I said it, my voice cracked—because I did care. That was the problem.
I kept walking,unsteadily, my thoughts spinning. I gave you everything, I continued, my voice louder now. Everything!
"Eliana. Eliana, wake up."The voice cut through the dark. It was close. It was warm. It was known."Eliana, it's almost time for class. You need to get up now."She opened her eyes slowly. The ceiling above her was white. Her pillow was soft. Sunlight fell through a window she knew. A shape stood over her bed. Blurry at first. Then clear.Her mother smiled down at her. "You've been sleeping all day yesterday. I didn't want to disturb you because you've been stressing yourself lately."Eliana blinked. She did not move. She stared at her mother's face. She knew it. She had known it forever. But she had seen it in another place too. In a white room. Beside a hospital bed. She had seen this face crying, pleading, asking her to wake up."Mom?" Eliana's voice was dry."Yes, baby. You have to get your ass up. I'm sure you don't want to miss your class."Eliana sat up. The room was her room. The bed was her bed. The posters on the wall were the same posters she had hung in tenth grade. Her d
The sky was gray and pink when Eliana opened her eyes. She lay on her back on cold, damp sand. A river moved nearby. She heard the current sliding over stones, soft and steady. The air smelled of mud, wet earth, and fish. It was dawn.She did not move at first. She stared up at the light spreading through thin clouds. Her chest rose and fell. Her lungs filled and emptied without effort. There was no weight on her neck. She lifted her hand and touched her throat. The skin was bare. The Chain was gone. Not hidden. Not invisible. Gone.She turned her head. Eva lay beside her, one arm flung over her face, her hair tangled with dried leaves and sand. Her jacket was torn at the elbow. Her shoes were missing. But she was breathing. Her chest moved. Her lips were parted. Alive.Eliana sat up. Her body ached. Every muscle felt bruised. Her back was stiff. Her head throbbed. She pressed her palm against the sand and felt the grit between her fingers. Real sand. Real ground. Not the glass of the
The guide had managed to sit up, though he was still trembling, still flickering at the edges, still struggling to maintain his form in a world that had no precedent for his existence. But he was looking around with the same wonder, the same hunger, the same desperate need to see everything, to feel everything, to be everything that he had never been allowed to be."There is a road," he said, pointing through the trees with a hand that was becoming more solid by the moment, more real, more present. "I can feel it. Not with the senses I had before, but with something new. Something that is learning. There are people on the road. There are cars. There is the sound of engines, of voices, of life continuing without any knowledge of what we did, of what we broke, of what we transformed.""Good," Eliana said, and she meant it. The world did not need to know. The world did not need to acknowledge their sacrifice, their breaking, their impossible bond. The world simply needed to continue, and
Eliana lay on her back, staring up at a sky that was not compressed time or collapsing architecture or the machinery of a dying law. It was simply sky, the blue of late afternoon, streaked with the first hints of sunset, the color of a world that had never learned to bargain, never learned to exchange, never learned to weigh the worth of a soul against the duration of a life.She breathed. The air was cold and sharp and tasted of pine and dust and the particular, living smell of a world that continued without demanding payment. Her lungs burned, but it was the burn of exertion, not the burn of wasting. Her heart hammered, but it was the hammering of survival, not the slow, measured countdown of debt.She was alive.The word seemed insufficient, too small for the enormity of what she was feeling. She had been alive before, in the years of the sickness, in the years of the bargains, in the moments of the breaking and the trial and the final flight. But this was different. This was alive
The guide stumbled, his legs giving way beneath the borrowed form that was struggling to maintain itself in a reality that was no longer stable enough to support the distinction between solid and void. Eva caught him, pulling him upright, adjusting her grip so that she held both her mother's hand and the guide's wrist, her arms stretched between them like a bridge, a connection, a lifeline."I can feel it," the guide whispered, his void-eyes now wide with something that looked almost like wonder, almost like horror. "I can feel the end. I can feel the realm letting go. It's not trying to hold us anymore. It's trying to—"He didn't finish the sentence. The ground beneath them buckled, a final spasm of the dying architecture, and they were thrown forward, tumbling through the shattering glass of the meadow, through the fragments of suspended time, through the debris of a million broken bargains. They rolled, still clutching each other, still linked by the invisible Chain, still bound by
The realm was dying.Not the slow, dignified death of a thing that has reached its natural end, but the violent, convulsive expiration of a system that had encountered a contradiction too fundamental to survive. The ground beneath their feet had become unreliable, shifting between stone and absence, between the solid geometry of the realm's architecture and the hungry void that waited beneath it. The sky above them—if it could still be called a sky—was folding in on itself, layers of compressed time peeling away like burning skin, revealing not the heavens but the machinery of the realm's underlying structure, its iron roots now visible, now glowing, now screaming as they were transformed from anchors into bridges.Eliana ran.She had not run like this in years, not since before the sickness, before the bargains, before the slow erosion of her body and spirit into something that existed only to survive. But now, with the Chain invisible around her neck and the warmth of her daughter's
I sat in the bus quietly, because i felt the world has abandoned me and my family has also abandoned me. “There is no need to hate your family my dear. This is not a prank.”His voice was calm. Too calm.I frowned, my lips pressing together as I turned slightly toward him.How did he—“Your emotion
The moment the voice finished speaking, the entire bus erupted into applause. I flinched, my eyes darting around the space.“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice sharp with confusion. No one answered, they just kept clapping like something exciting had just happened.“You will be assigned a spirit g
My stomach twisted painfully. Survival games?The words echoed in my head, heavier now than when I first heard them. Before, it sounded strange, but now… it sounded terrifying.“I’m as scared as you look.” The voice came from beside me—a female.I turned to see whose voice was that.Then I saw a tall
“Hey, sir!” I hurried after him, refusing to give up. “Just a minute of your time, please!” He kept walking. People passed by us—nurses, patients, visitors—but no one looked at me.Not one person.“Just tell me how I got here, I begged, my voice cracking. I won’t bother you again. I promise.Tears







