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MASKS AND ILLUSIONS CHAPTER 33.
OLIVIA’S POV.I had never thought that I'd see the day that I would be standing in the middle of the room I once called home. My former sanctuary. I've been wallowing in the past, and when I had relived the death of my father, I thought, "What wouldn't I re experience." But this came a shock to me. It feels like I'm starting my life all over again. From when I was little to Daniella and I and now this. Important pieces of my life that have shaped me into who I am. Five years ago, I would have killed to be in this house. But now, it is a reminder of my past mistakes, my burden, the genesis of everything. Where Alex and I once lived. Tears roll down my eye as I look around the room. Every piece of furniture, ever painting, every item in this apartment had a memory attached to it. A floorboard creaks behind me, though I know no one is there.I turn anyway, half expecting Alex to stroll in with that crooked grin, a plastic bag of gas station snacks swinging from his wrist.But nothing
MASKS AND ILLUSIONS side note.
I apologise for the ridiculously long chapters earlier, I didn't want to drag on a few emotions into other chapters. Bear with me.
MASKS AND ILLUSIONS CHAPTER 32.
THEO’S POV. The office is a sheet of glass suspended over rain. From my desk, the city lies below in streaks of wet neon tail lights stretched into red ribbons, tower cranes blinking against low clouds. Rain needles the windows hard enough to blur the skyline, soft enough to keep me anchored here. The building’s HVAC hums like a low tuned cello. Everyone else has gone home; their absence presses into the carpet, the silence between elevator chimes. Only the cleaning crew remains, and a faint vacuum drone several floors down. Midnight is closing in, and I’m still wired. Two monitors spill light across the desk. One shows the quarterly projections; the other, a chain of emails from Singapore where it’s already morning. Contracts to revise, numbers to grind. I roll my shoulders, feel the knots tighten instead of loosening. The rain sharpens. Each drop hits the glass with a muted click. The sound is strangely soothing steady percussion under the restless city beat. I rub my eye
MASKS AND ILLUSIONS CHAPTER 31.
OLIVIA’S POV I am walking into the unknown. I just kept moving. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant and something warmer, like linen that’s been ironed. The corridor stretches ahead in a straight, endless line. White walls. Square ceiling tiles. Every few feet, a framed print: muted landscapes, washed-out blues, and greens. Someone once decided these pictures would soothe people waiting for good news or bracing for bad. I glide past the first door. A low hum seeps through, the quiet murmur of nurses’ voices. The sound folds around me like a thin blanket. A cart squeaks somewhere far off, rubber wheels over linoleum, and the faint hiss of an oxygen line whispers from behind a closed curtain. All of it is so ordinary that it borders on comforting. I trail my fingertips along the wall. The paint is cool and faintly gritty. My nails make the lightest rasp, a sound swallowed by the overhead buzz of fluorescent bulbs. I pause beneath a vent, feeling a soft breath of ai
MASKS AND ILLUSIONS CHAPTER 30.
Daniella’s POV The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the light, sliding through the blinds. The second thing was the knot in my neck from sleeping half-sitting against the arm of the couch. Sometime during the night I’d given up on the bed and drifted off here, still in yesterday’s T-shirt, the phone that had stolen most of my sleep facedown on the coffee table. I lay still for a minute, listening. The building hummed its usual morning soundtrack, a pipe clanking as someone showered upstairs, the muffled scrape of a neighbour’s chair, a distant car horn. The phone was within reach. I didn’t touch it. Instead, I forced myself upright, stretching until my shoulders popped and padded to the kitchen. The tiles were cold under my bare feet, a small shock that helped shake off the fog. I filled the kettle and set it on the stove. Last night’s text hovered at the edge of my mind anyway. I’d read it three times before finally setting the phone face-down, telling
MASKS AND ILLUSIONS CHAPTER 29.
Daniella’s POV The hospital doors slide apart with a hiss . I step inside, and the smell of disinfectant rushes up, sharp enough to sting the back of my throat. It’s the same sterile mix I’ve come to know over the past weeks, bleach and cold air and the faint hum of machines, but today it pricks at my nerves like static. My boots squeak on the polished floor. Each step echoes louder than I expect. I tell myself it’s just the acoustics. The front desk sits beneath a broad fluorescent halo. A nurse in powder-blue scrubs glances up from her screen. Her smile is small and polite. “Good afternoon. Visiting?” she asks. “Yes. Olivia Harichi,” I say, the words catching slightly in my throat. “She’s in ICU, room 411.” She types quickly, fingers whispering across the keyboard. “ID, please.” I slide my license across the counter, and while she checks it, my gaze keeps snagging on the elevator behind her. The doors open, close. Families step out clutching flowers, overnight bags, an
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