CHAPTER 31: "Reflections of the Forsaken"

The morning after the vault cracked open, the world did not end. But something had changed.Yvette awoke in the dim, ash-filtered light of dawn, lying on her side in a bed she did not remember entering. Her pulse echoed in her ears before the weight of memory came crashing back—the sea, the song, Elias, the girl named Branwen whispering from beneath the stone. She sat up with a gasp."You're safe," came Tristan's voice from the corner of the room. He was slouched in a chair with a blanket half over his shoulder and one arm limp against his thigh, like he'd passed out mid-watch. "More or less."She blinked hard, trying to separate dream from waking. "Where are we?""The farmhouse," he said. "Back in the hills. No one followed. Cara’s asleep upstairs. I’ve checked the perimeter twice."Yvette pushed back the covers and swung her legs over the side. Her entire body felt like a violin string pulled too tight. "And Branwen?"Tristan’s jaw tightened. "Gone. Disappeared sometime during the n

CHAPTER 32: The Field of Reflections

The mirrors kept humming long after the wind had died.Yvette stood at the edge of the blooming field, barefoot on damp soil. Each shard shimmered, not just with sunlight, but with something deeper—an unnatural pulse that resonated through her bones. The faces within the glass hadn’t vanished. Elias’s smile stretched endlessly across the broken landscape, haunting in its uniformity.Tristan gripped her shoulder from behind, firm but not forceful.“We need to go back inside.”“No,” Yvette whispered. “Not yet.”The land felt alive—breathing, listening. The longer she stood there, the more the shards angled toward her. Not like sunflowers anymore, but like blades drawn from scabbards.Cara stepped beside her. Her hands trembled at her sides, but her voice held no fear. “I remember this place. Not the house, not the field. But this… this feeling.”Yvette turned to her. “What do you mean?”Cara’s eyes glazed, just for a moment. “Before he took me… before the rituals… I used to dream of thi

CHAPTER 33: “Beneath the Threshold”

The house didn’t breathe anymore.Yvette stood by the window of the safehouse, its warped panes catching the ash-filtered light that fell from a bruised sky. Smoke curled in the distance, low and steady. Not fire, exactly. But the memory of it. Like something burned in the air itself.Behind her, Cara stirred."It’s happening again," Cara whispered, her voice dry with sleep and fear.Yvette didn’t answer right away. Her gaze followed the curling smoke. Her mind, however, traced the jagged seams of memory that had opened like old wounds since the mirror cracked in the vault. There was a pull now, a gravity that seemed to twist even time. Some nights, she dreamed of her grandmother’s voice, warning her of the veil growing thin.And other nights, she didn’t sleep at all—because the sea whispered too loudly.Tristan entered the room silently, his presence grounding but taut. His jaw clenched as he glanced toward the window."I saw it from the ridge," he said. "It’s not smoke. It’s... some

CHAPTER 34: "The Bones of the House"

The morning after the mirror field bloomed, the farmhouse was quiet—but not still. It creaked more than usual. Doors that had once stayed open now drifted shut without wind. The air buzzed faintly, like something unseen was charging the atmosphere, bracing it for revelation.Yvette stood barefoot in the kitchen, staring at the wooden floor beneath her. A fine line of salt had appeared overnight, tracing the seams between each plank. She hadn't put it there. Nor had Cara or Tristan. And yet, it was laid with meticulous care, like a warding. Like a message.She knelt, brushed her fingers across the salt. It stung."It started again," Cara said from behind her, voice hushed. She stood at the threshold in one of Tristan's too-large shirts, her hair damp and eyes distant. "The house knows."Yvette nodded slowly. "It always did. We just didn’t listen."Tristan entered moments later, rubbing sleep from his face, a blade tucked beneath his arm like it was second nature now. "Something changed

CHAPTER 35: Inheritance Rewritten

The sky over the ruins had changed.Where once it brooded with sullen clouds and the weight of ancestral memory, it now stretched wide and bare—blue as a wound freshly lanced. Yvette stood at the edge of the old courtyard, her boots kicking at loose stones, her hand instinctively drifting toward the necklace no longer around her neck. It was gone, as if it had never existed. Just like him.Just like Elias.She wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there, but the sea breeze brought her back. It carried something unfamiliar now. Not decay. Not salt and iron and age.Clarity.Behind her, the safehouse groaned with its usual old bones. Cara was still asleep upstairs—if you could call it sleep. She drifted in and out, sometimes mumbling half-formed prophecies, sometimes just names. Names no one had taught her. Names no one remembered.Tristan stepped outside, two steaming mugs in his hands. He handed her one wordlessly and leaned on the rail beside her.“You didn’t sleep,” he said.“I d

A LOVE LIKE OURS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 35

CHAPTER 31: "Reflections of the Forsaken"

CHAPTER 32: The Field of Reflections

CHAPTER 33: “Beneath the Threshold”

CHAPTER 34: "The Bones of the House"

CHAPTER 35: Inheritance Rewritten