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Chapter 46 — Where the Worm Germinates
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Remember me naked Chapter 52 — Where We Enter in Silence
LYRA The door closes with a soft click. An insignificant sound, seemingly. But in my stomach, it resonates like the end of something. A closure. A period. A silence after a storm that we didn’t dare to name. Lucas doesn’t speak. He hasn’t spoken since we left the restaurant. And I think it’s better this way. In the dimly lit hallway, the warmth from outside abruptly fades, replaced by the familiar coolness of my home. I take off my shoes without a word, letting my heels fall softly onto the carpet, as if even the floor no longer wants to support them. My feet are burning. But it’s nothing compared to the dull pain in my chest. An emptiness. An absence. A weight held for too long. I feel Lucas’s gaze on me. — Do you want some tea? I ask in a voice softer than I would have thought. He shakes his head. Arms crossed. Tense posture. He doesn’t sit down. He watches me as if waiting for something in me to break. — He shook you, didn’t he? I look away, grip
Remember me naked Chapter 51 — Where the Masks Crack
RAFAELI walk up the street without looking where I'm going.The sound of my footsteps on the asphalt feels foreign as if I'm not really walking. As if everything around me has become blurry since that gaze.That of Lyra.And that black dress, that posture, that way of not flinching when I pronounced her name as if I were a worn-out memory, worthless, barely tolerated in her present.She was there.In that restaurant.At that table.With him.And me? I melted into her like a guy in need. A guy who hasn’t digested it, a transparent guy.I let out a sigh. I'm hot. Too hot.I loosen the collar of my shirt. I feel like I'm suffocating.This restaurant isn’t a place you choose by chance. It’s a place you know.An address that isn't improvised.Even I have only been there once. Invited by a client with pockets full enough to think he’s subtle.And she…She walked in as if it were her home.She spoke with assurance. She didn’t look at the prices. She didn’t lower her gaze.How?How did she g
Remember me naked Chapter 50 — Where Shadows Whisper
LYRASince he left, the world seems to have become a little too silent.Not peaceful or restful.Silent like a theater hall just after the curtain has fallen. When the audience has not yet moved, suspended in that limbo between fiction and return to reality. When the lights have not yet come back on, and the air itself seems suspended, laden with what has just been said or not said.I finish my drink without realizing it. Lucas is talking. I respond. But I am already elsewhere.Inside me, something trembles. A dull vibration, barely perceptible. As if my body knew before I did that the apparent calm was just a fragile façade, a too-smooth veneer laid over an unstable ground.Around us, conversations resume. Glasses clink again. Waiters circulate. Plates arrive. The world continues.But… something is off, it’s the same strange feeling I had at the office.It’s not the sounds. It’s their texture.The way they wrap around me, sliding against my skin with a too-muffled friction to be natu
Remember me naked Chapter 49 — Where Looks Hurt
LYRAThere are days when the universe seems to align with you, not to console you, but to offer you the luxury of feeling in control. An illusion, no doubt. But a well-dressed illusion.The sky is pale, washed in light, and even the city seems to move in slow motion, as if holding its breath. My coffee is at the perfect temperature, the exact taste I was expecting. And my black dress, modestly slit, moves with my gestures as if it knew before I did what this day demands.I am neither light nor euphoric.But I am upright, grounded, and present.Lucas is waiting for me in front of the building, leaning against his car, sunglasses on his nose, the collar of his shirt slightly open. He radiates that nonchalant, almost annoying confidence that comes from years of reading others like a half-open book.— Two minutes late, I note, he says, without moving an inch.— You must have suffered; two minutes is long for your ego.He flashes me a sideways smile. It’s our language: a mix of sharpness a
Remember me naked Chapter 48 — Where the Masks Crumble
ALEXANDREI don’t like these silences.Not those of Lyra, at least.She has always been made of words. Not many, just the right ones.Clear looks, direct questions. An honesty that cut through the noise.But now, she no longer responds to me.She fades away. She shuts down.She slips away from me.And the more she retreats, the more I feel panic rising. I am losing her. And I am unable to do anything to stop it.I circle around my phone like an idiot.I delete the message three times before sending it:Do you want to have lunch together?No question mark.No caution. No gentle phrasing to soften the edges.Just… a thread.Tight. Fragile. Ready to snap at the slightest breath.But she doesn’t reply.Not right away. Not even a reaction. Not even an acknowledgment.So I do what I know how to do: I bury myself in work.I sort, I write, I edit.But everything brings me back to her.And that’s when Cassandre’s voice slices through the silence:— You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?
Remember me naked Chapter 47 — Where the Worm Germinates
CASSANDRASometimes, it takes almost nothing.A glance a little too long at a blank screen.A sigh held between two words.A tension in the shoulders, imperceptible but constant.And you know.I know.I saw it in Alexandre.Something in him has changed.Since her.Not since he saw her again. Even if there was never a story, but that one… one night made him addicted. A night he cannot remember.And yet, it left a mark.Invisible, but deep.Just her name annoys me.It sounds like a spell.Like a word whispered so as not to forget it, even when you don’t understand why you keep it in your mouth.And Alexandre, he kept it.Not in his arms, in his head, in his heart.And that’s worse.I’m not jealous.That would be too simple.I’m… perplexed.Worried, maybe.Irritated, surely.Because she succeeded, effortlessly, where others took months.She cracked something in him.And she did it… without doing anything.No promises. No story. Not even a real memory.Just a presence.And that is enough
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