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COLLISION COURSE
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MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME THE CORE OF THE SIGNAL
The world flickered in and out of shape, a pulsing rhythm of code and memory. Adrian’s breath came shallow, as if each inhale had to fight through static. The last surge from the Heart had thrown them into something neither of them fully understood—a liminal space between the physical and the digital, between who they were and what they had become. Lena’s hand was still in his, her pulse steady beneath his touch. Around them, the sky wasn’t a sky at all—it was a shifting lattice of light, threads of data spiraling upward like auroras made of electricity. Every movement hummed with purpose, like the world itself was listening. She turned toward him slowly, her face illuminated by the strange glow that surrounded them. “Are we inside it?” she asked. Her voice sounded both close and distant, layered with echoes. Adrian glanced around, scanning the horizon that seemed to fold in on itself. “Not inside,” he said. “Connected.” He reached out, his fingers brushing one of the glowing threads.
MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME THE QUEIT BETWEEN SIGNALS
The storm hit before noon, swallowing the horizon in gray. Waves towered over the ferry, crashing down with a force that made the metal hull shudder and groan like a living thing. Adrian gripped the wheel hard enough for his knuckles to whiten, the salt spray stinging his eyes, the taste of the sea sharp and metallic on his tongue. Lena was beside him, soaked to the bone, her hair plastered against her face, one hand clinging to the railing and the other steadying the radio as if it were their last link to something that made sense. The rain came sideways, needles of cold that cut through their clothes, and the sky above looked torn open by flashes of lightning that painted the world in bursts of white. “Power’s dipping!” she shouted over the roar. “Hold it together,” Adrian yelled back. “We lose this boat, we lose everything.” The words felt smaller than the storm, barely reaching her, but she heard him anyway. She always did. The radio hissed, crackled, then pulsed—a rhythm under th
MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME THE FREQUENCY OF GHOSTS
The sea stretched endless ahead of us, gray and restless beneath a bruised sky. The ferry groaned with every wave, its rusted hull trembling like an old secret that wanted to be heard. I kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the small radio transmitter that had become our compass — the same one that carried the signal.Lena sat a few feet away, her knees pulled to her chest, eyes fixed on the horizon. Salt clung to her hair, to her lips, and when the wind swept across the deck, she didn’t flinch. She just watched the distance, like she was trying to read something written in the clouds.“We’ll hit the coastline by dusk,” I said.She didn’t respond at first. Then, quietly, “And what if they’re waiting for us there?”“Then we keep moving.”She turned toward me, her expression unreadable. “You say that like it’s easy.”“It’s the only thing we’re good at anymore,” I said.For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The engine hummed, steady and low, and the horizon shimmered wher
MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME PEOPLE LIKE US
The night was restless, alive with sirens and the echo of distant chaos. We stayed close to the walls, moving through the narrow alleys that twisted behind the docks. Lena’s hand was locked in mine, her pulse fast but steady. Every few seconds, she glanced back, checking for movement, for shadows that didn’t belong to the city.We reached the far end of the port, where the lights thinned and the smell of salt grew stronger. Old fishing boats swayed gently against the current, their ropes creaking like whispers. I scanned the horizon—nothing but dark water and the faint glow of the city behind us. For the first time in hours, I let myself breathe.Lena sank down onto a wooden crate, brushing hair from her face. “We can’t keep doing this,” she said quietly. “Running, hiding. It’s eating us alive.”I crouched beside her. “We’re not hiding. We’re surviving.”“Is there a difference anymore?” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t look at me. “Every step we take, we lose another part of who we w
MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME THE NEXT DAY
The morning light slid through the thin curtains, touching the edges of the bed where Lena lay still. Her hair spilled across the pillow, a dark halo of quiet chaos. For a moment, I simply watched her breathe. The world outside could be unraveling, the networks might be hunting for us again, but in that space between her inhale and exhale, there was peace. I hadn’t felt peace in years.When she stirred, I pretended to look away, but her eyes opened and caught mine. “You didn’t sleep,” she said softly. It wasn’t a question, more like an observation made from instinct. She always seemed to see right through me.“I didn’t want to,” I said. “Sleep feels dangerous now.”“Everything feels dangerous now,” she murmured, sitting up. Her bare shoulder caught the light, pale against the crumpled sheet. “But we can’t live afraid forever.”I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that what we had now could survive the weight of what we’d done—the data leak, the exposure, the truth about the He
MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME THE SILENCE BETWEEN HEARTBEATS
The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth and unspoken words. I woke to the faint hum of the city outside — the kind that made the world feel suspended between what had happened and what might come next. Adrian was already awake, standing by the window, the early light tracing the lines of his shoulders through the white shirt he hadn’t bothered to button completely.He didn’t turn when I sat up, but I could sense the shift in him — the quiet, the way his breath seemed caught somewhere between calm and restlessness.“Couldn’t sleep again?” I asked softly.He turned then, eyes shadowed yet steady. “Didn’t want to.”There was something about his tone that made my chest tighten. He crossed the room slowly and sat beside me, his hand brushing mine with that familiar hesitation, like every touch was a question he still wasn’t sure I’d answer.For a moment, we said nothing. Just silence — thick, pulsing, full of everything we didn’t know ho
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