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Chapter Sixty Two - Forget
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Luxiana SommerisI was on my way to work, my thoughts tangled in the previous day's events. It had only been twenty-four hours since Anton kissed me in front of everyone at the library, yet the memory still burned in my mind.Since then, he has sent me several messages, but I haven’t read them. I wasn’t ready to deal with whatever he had to say. Margaret, on the other hand, had already found out what happened. She had been worried about me, constantly asking if I was okay. And while I appreciated her concern, I couldn’t help but wish she had said something else—something different. Maybe something that didn’t remind me of what had happened.Still, she didn’t push for details, and for that, I was grateful.As I approached the city library, I stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath in and then slowly exhaling. My heart was hammering against my chest, the anxiety tightening its grip on me. What was I supposed to do if I saw him? What would I even say?The truth was, I wasn’t ready t
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Luxiana SommerisHis fingers tightened slightly around mine, his breathing uneven, and I could see the conflict warring in his eyes.“But listen to me,” I continued, my tone softer now. “Deep down, you already know what your heart wants.”“You just need to let yourself believe in it. If this man truly loves you for who you are—if he proves it to you—then why let a nightmare stop you from being happy?” I added.His lips parted slightly, but no words came. He just stared at me for a long moment, his emotions raw and unguarded.Then, in a voice so fragile it nearly broke my heart, he whispered, “But… what if it happens again?”I met his gaze without hesitation. “If it happens again,” I said, squeezing his hands reassuringly, “then you’ll know what to do. Because you’ve already done it once. You got away from it before—you were brave enough then, and you’ll be brave enough again.”His eyes shimmered with unshed tears. And then, in a sudden rush of emotion, he pulled me into a tight embrac
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Luxiana SommerisTears blurred my vision as I sat across from him, watching the way his fingers trembled against the rim of his coffee cup. He barely touched his drink, the warmth long faded, just like the light in his eyes. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, his once lively expression now dulled by sleepless nights and an ever-growing fear that refused to leave him.We’re currently having coffee outside of the office. I brought him out after I saw the visions when I touched him.He was an influencer—someone people admired, someone who brought laughter and inspiration to thousands. But admiration could be a dangerous thing. Obsession even more so.For weeks, he had been living in a nightmare, and it had all started with a single post. A harmless video. A simple dance with someone else, with a woman. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time—just another clip for his followers to enjoy. But to that fan, it had meant something else entirely.At first, it was just messages—an o
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Luxiana Sommeris“Asher, can you turn on the lights?” I asked the moment we stepped inside the apartment. The air felt heavy, the silence almost suffocating, as if the walls themselves held their breath.“Yes, I’ll turn them on,” he responded, his voice steady but laced with an unease I couldn’t quite place. He flipped the switch, and a dim glow flooded the space, revealing a living room that seemed eerily undisturbed.I wandered further in, my eyes scanning the apartment until I noticed something—the door to one of the bedrooms was ajar. A small detail, yet it sent a shiver down my spine.“Asher, can we check the bedroom?” I asked, my curiosity outweighing the fear creeping up my skin.He hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, then nodded stiffly. “Yeah. But let me go in first.”I hadn't known Asher for very long, but in our short time together, I had come to realize something—he was the kind of man who carried quiet kindness, the kind of man who knew how to treat a wo
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Luxiana SommerisOne of the Dream Walkers disintegrated on the spot, its form unraveling like strands of shadow torn from the edges of a nightmare. The others lunged forward, clawing at the space between us with silent screams, their mouths gaping in distorted fury.I barely dodged in time—one claw scraped across my shoulder, a sudden, searing sting that made the vision in my right eye blur and flicker. But I didn’t hesitate. I countered with another incantation, this one more intricate and delicate, like tracing a sigil into the very air with trembling fingers and unshaken will.The second Walker halted, frozen mid-motion, trapped in a loop of its own making. It began to unravel from within, consumed by the very nightmare it had once fed upon. Its form collapsed inward, swallowed by an echo of its creation.But the last one came faster and smarter.It didn’t strike with claws or fangs. Instead, it reached for my mind, dragging me into a conjured illusion so vivid it felt like reali
