"Zephyrine, why don't you, why don't you go to bed first," I smiled at her a little disconcertingly, "I've still got some charts to finish..." "There you go again," Zephyrine interrupted, she said helplessly, "Orion, can't you just admit in peace that it was just a novel? You're not three years old anymore, stop thinking about things that just can't happen, okay?" Zephyrine, however, was still sitting beside me, and she whispered, "You should get some rest, it's getting late." "You don't keep thinking about all this nothingness," Zephyrine added, her voice sounding tired, "you need to think about things that are actually happening around you, like ...... what I just told you the things I just told you." Zephyrine's voice sank as she said the last few words. I froze for a second or two, and then realised what Zephyrine meant when she asked me to think about the 'things that are actually happening around me'. After hearing her say that, I also started to feel a bit sleepy, but ther

"It wasn't a man, exactly," Alessandro frowned, if anything, "but a... A ghost." "Paper?" Maleah froze, then turned her head to Leslie, panicking and urging, "Leslie, get a piece of paper!" Alessandro thought that Leslie was interested, and he started to make up some random nonsense, even chatting with this "recently dead man" he had imagined: "Well... What's your problem? Well... Too much debt, so you killed yourself? Well... Don't panic, I'll help you." As Alessandro's voice gets lower and lower, Maleah's expression gradually tenses up, and even Leslie puts away her smile as she pretends to be fervently following Alessandro's every move. "Really?!" Maleah opened her mouth in surprise, and even Leslie, who was sitting on the sidelines, frowned, her otherwise calm demeanour slowly disintegrating once more. "Uh, uh..." Alessandro glanced at Leslie, and seeing that the other man was looking at him as well, he said in a calm voice, "This man... Er... There's something he wants to te

"Skyla?... ...Skyla!"I was startled by Caleb's suddenly raised voice tone, and when I looked back, I saw that he was looking at me with a puzzled expression, and then he turned his head to look in the direction I was just staring at, "Is there anything over there?" Caleb had done me a huge favour, and I couldn't really think of any other way to repay him than to buy him dinner, so I agreed. The office is actually a civilised food market, the smell of gossip is all dark and powerful in the silence, a look or a cross word, it's all rumours flowing freely regardless of the truth. For the sake of living, I thought I could endure it. In the evening, Caleb offered to drive me to some western restaurant for dinner, and I hesitated, but agreed. On the way, Caleb has been looking for a topic to tease me to chat, I have a hitch to respond to a hitch, Caleb seems to also notice that I am not in a good mood, then also no longer talk. I felt guilty for being so arrogant, but for some reason I ju

Leslie raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't understand what Steven was saying. I, standing beside them, began to feel nervous—Leslie didn't know my true sexual orientation. Fortunately, Steven didn't continue with his statement. He took off the backpack he was carrying, pulled out something from inside, and handed it through the gap in the door to Leslie. "Could you please give this CD to her? Just tell her it's a recording from our last gathering as a keepsake... and please ask her to contact me as soon as possible. Thank you."Leslie smiled and, still extremely composed, nodded slightly. I looked at Leslie's calm expression in amazement. I didn't expect her to make up a story so convincingly, and she didn't appear the least bit guilty.After complaining for about five minutes, Steven finally seemed to conclude his statement. He sighed and said to Leslie, "If you happen to see Alayah come back, please tell her that Steven wants to get the last song from her. It's really urgent."Sudde

"You, who are you?" Zephyrine asked vaguely as she broke away from my hold. By the time I saw this, I was already lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling while starting to think back to the content described in the diary. Indeed, if it's true that Leslie is such an excellent dancer as the author describes, then she definitely shouldn't be nestled so lowly in a small classroom teaching dance... Thinking that, I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already half past eleven. But... ...Zephyrine hasn't come back yet. If she didn't go to have dinner with Becky, and if she didn't have to work at the radio station, where the hell did she go?The smell of alcohol on Zephyrine's body was so thick that I found it hard to even breathe, "Tired?... What's wrong with you?" While holding her shaky body, I reached out my hand to close the iron door. Unexpectedly, however, after turning my head sideways, I realised that there was still a person standing outside the door, and I froze in