Novel & Cerita 1 Second After

It wasn't until Rae walking into my construction site and turned my life upside down that I realized I wasn't really living at all. Looks like my Plus One, became my only one. Wow, that sounded fucking cheesy. THE END Epilogue *** Rae Four Months Later Lying in bed the sun wakes me, but I'm too tired to actually wake up. The bed feels so warm and cozy, and with the snowstorm outside there's no reason to get out. I'm not going anywhere. Plus, getting out of bed results in me rummaging through the fridge for everything and anything to eat. My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I reach over to grab it.

I call back sweetly. “Lex, how long was that?” “Ninety-seven seconds. I thought it would be faster. Better give us a buffer, just in case” she advises. “Yeah. That’s a good call. Ten seconds?” I nod and pout my lip as I rinse out the shampoo. “I haven’t been out in for a long time. I’m itching to go. Ten seconds is way more than enough. We just have to shift quickly.” “Okay. You’re not exaggerating, right? If you tell me ten seconds, I’m giving you ten seconds.”

POV: Ezra Normal lasts exactly three minutes. I know because I count them. Not deliberately. Not at first. But after everything we just went through, time feels sharper. More defined. Every second carries weight, like it matters more than it should. Three minutes of silence. Three minutes of stability. Three minutes where nothing moves, nothing shifts, nothing threatens to rewrite the rules of reality around us. Three minutes where we almost believe it’s over. Then the ship registers something. It’s small.

he said. Marcus looked at the screen. “That is a weakness.” Yvonne nodded. “Yes. Not obvious, but consistent.” Adrian continued. “Camera rotation near that section also has a delay.” Marcus crossed his arms. “How long?” Adrian checked. “Four seconds.” Marcus looked at Yvonne. “That is enough.” Yvonne replied, “If timed correctly.” Adrian added, “And if no one interrupts the pattern.” Yvonne remained focused. “We build around it.” The signals continued to come in. Each one was small and precise but together, they formed a clearer picture.

The fourteen minutes did not feel like fourteen minutes. They felt like the specific temporal distortion that sustained high-intensity experience produced, each second dense with more content than the counting of seconds could account for, and I tracked the elapsed time through the coordination center’s clock rather than through any internal sense of its passage because my internal sense would not have been reliable. At eleven minutes the first satellite position confirmed objective secured. At thirteen minutes the second satellite confirmed. At fourteen minutes, within the window’s margin, the third satellite confirmed.

"Check the camera footage!" "There is no footage, sir." He shake his head slightly letting it fall downwards. How the fuck is that even possible? He just told me that there was footage and now... "After the car drove away the same frame seems to be present for four hours, before it miraculously return to it's live feed. Sir, I think we..."

Who could it be? I unlock the cell phone and read the message. UNKNOWN: “Hi, I'm the guy you danced with last night, it was nice to meet you, would you like to meet up some other day and have a drink?” I start typing and send the message. “It seems that the feeling is not mutual, he gave you his number wrong” I leave the cell phone on the bed to get dressed and not two minutes later I get another message. “I'm sorry, I guess so. Damn! I don't understand why the same thing happened to me a second time”

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my parents sitting beside me, their faces filled with worry. Seeing me awake, both of them started crying. "You're finally awake, sweetheart. You've been unconscious at home for three days... We were scared out of our minds!" I looked at my parents' familiar yet distant faces, and the weight on my heart finally lifted. I was finally home, where I belonged. The system chimed gently in my mind. "Fran, Mr. Thomson's illness has been cured. Time flows differently between that world and this one. The six more years you stayed there only took three days here. I've disguised your loss of consciousness as low blood sugar. Go ahead and spend some time with yo

And tomorrow, every detail of that statement would matter. His phone buzzed on the table. A text from Louis. 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. Dimitri typed a short reply: 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑.

As her friend, this was the most she could help him with, by giving him her best wishes. “Perhaps one day we can meet,” Marvel said. “Good night, my friend.” Good night? But it was only six in the evening. Ah! She realised the time. They had been speaking for over an hour, and she had lost all track of time. Her phone was starting to bug her to have it charged as the battery was now well under ten per cent, so she hurriedly plugged it to the desk charger and lay back on the bed thinking about her call with Marvel earlier.