12 Am Thoughts Mga Nobela at Kwento

​The silence of the train car was absolute. The countdown to the end of the Architect had officially begun. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and for the first time in months, I didn't think about the past. I thought about the kill.

Marisol. Noah. No one else. The specific private quality of something in the category seven stage. The coming thing. Not yet ready to be fully announced. But present. In everything. --- Thursday morning. I was at the kitchen table at six. The January morning outside. The city still mostly dark. The bodega owner rolling up his gate across the street. I had my coffee. I was thinking about something. Not the company. Not the foundation. Not December fourteenth or the board or Meridian or any of the things that had occupied the previous weeks.

I felt his words to me that other evening were just words, without action. I sighed for the umpteenth time as I stared at my laptop screen. It was really difficult to come up with something to write about. My whole mind seemed messed up, literally making my imagination wander like a lost item in the sea. Writing had been difficult. My thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the doorbell, as I reluctantly stood up. It was 11am in the morning, who could that be?' I thought. Just like a flash, a weird thought eroded my mind.

“Just a thought.” She left. I sat in the empty boardroom. The door clicked shut. The sun kept coming through the east windows, cutting across the table in long pale lines. I turned that last sentence over in my head the way you turn something small and sharp between your fingers. Warm air plays tricks. It was nothing. A throwaway line. It meant absolutely nothing. I had been telling myself that since 3 AM. Zane appeared in the doorway approximately four seconds later, which meant he’d been standing right outside it.

**** *** A/N// It's now 2:04PM didn't get to post them this morning. What do you think?

She said before I stepped inside. Throughout the night, I could not sleep. I had gone into deep thinking. Currently lying down on the couch in the living room, staring both at the link on my phone and at the time on the wall clock simultaneously. It was currently eleven thirty pm...thirty minutes more and the link would expire. 'As your best friend said earlier, Serena. Think towards the bright side. You'll be getting a good pay and you'll also have the opportunity to find your brother's killer.' My subconscious mind advised.

"This morning, around 4am." Suddenly I feel bad. An unreasonable thought popped into my head, did Nicholas kill him?

Key for this chapter: ________________________ *Rinzen's Thoughts* //Anyone Else's Thoughts// 'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...' ///Memories/// POVs ""Not an Actual Speech or Thought"" ************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* Date: 31-03-2113 Time: 11:40 pm ************************************************** The Witching Hour. Well almost, it was twenty minutes to midnight, and Rinzen was restless—probably not the best word to describe his current state, but he was for a lack of a better term, restless.

It was probably a lecture on how alcohol is not the answer to my problems. My eyelids felt heavy, my body relaxed on the couch in the awkward position it was left in. Next thing I knew it was sunrise. I went up to my room and looked at the calendar which hung on the wall. 'Today is the 13th... one day left,' I thought. I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I went downstairs to join Roxy, Jack, Calvin and Adrian for breakfast. They chat away as I fuelled myself in silence as thoughts and memories raced through my head.

Not everything happens according to you. ----------------------------------------------------------- Finally, the day came the day in which I can feel different the day in which I can be enjoying specialities which normally people do of my age, The day which needs a lot of courageous work. I sighed as I woke up while thinking these things don't know what'll be going to happen today, my alarm alarmed me that I don't have enough time to think about these things. So, I got up and took the quickest shower although I almost sleep for eight hours I feel quite exhausted.