A Traitor To Memory 소설 & 이야기

A key. "You should not have trusted me," the traitor said in the vision. Lyra reached into the water without thinking. The image changed one last time. It showed the traitor’s face clearly this time. Someone she knew. Someone from the present. The face looked back at her with cold eyes.

It felt as if my soul were being ripped out through the top of my head. Even then, the crowd only grew louder. Rotten vegetables and eggs struck the platform. Someone shouted, "Traitor! Parasite! Rot in hell!" Behind me, the giant screen flickered. My memories began to rewind. The first scene appeared before everyone. It was the third day after Lily's death. I was dragged to the front of her memorial, where everyone demanded the attacker's name. They spat on me. They threw stones. Hands clamped around my arms, and someone yanked my hair hard enough to tear it loose.

He remembered living in a web of lies for the past three months, unwilling to trust his own sister. If only he had asked one more question, if only he had bothered to verify the video's authenticity, could Wren have been spared this agony? Kian stared at the deep gash on the corpse's wrist, torn by a silver hook, and a chill went through him. Although he hadn't felt a thing through the Mate Bond, the irrefutable evidence of her death sent a delayed, tearing agony ripping through him. "She... she was a traitor, wasn't she? Why would she suffer the punishment meant for a pack member who died protecting a secret?"

"You must love her so much..." "I want to die," he interrupted, still with his hands on his face. "I saw her today..." He sniffed. "She was so happy, smiling with someone else. That killed every fiber of my being," he recounted, and the woman noticed how the few people in the train car couldn't help but listen, their faces reflecting sadness at what he was saying. "She looked at me so neutrally, so hostile," he wiped his nose with his shirt sleeve, struggling to speak. "... But I deserve it," he gasped. "I played the arrogant one, and when everything came out, everything went to hell. I played as if everyone fell for me, so why not her?" He laughed bitterly. "I did to her what I thought I wo

As the traitor's actions became more apparent, they attempted to sow discord and confusion, exploiting vulnerabilities and turning allies against each other. Amidst the turmoil, a moment of sacrifice unfolded that would forever be etched in their memories. One of the heroes, a figure who had stood as a beacon of hope and courage, made the ultimate sacrifice. With a selfless act, they shielded their comrades from a devastating attack, absorbing the blow meant for another.

She started taking small steps towards me which was irritating me. " I don't have all the time in the world for you, Ms. Taylor. Walk fast." I noticed her flinch at my sudden rise in voice . Walking hurriedly, she took a seat opposite me. I leaned back on my chair , keeping my eyes fixed on her. Looking at her face made me visualise everything. The memories were as fresh as we're from yesterday. The face which once was my world, I always wanted to see the beautiful smile on her face but she crushed those feelings. She threw whatever we had in flames. Now I want nothing more than to see pain in her face. In the last three years , each time she came to my mind, her betrayal overpowered our

I asked him and he looks at the flickering light in my room. "Who it was or who they were". He muttered to himself and I scowled. "You just said you found a traitor, who was it? a traitor mean one person, traitors mean more than one. Which is it, Reece?" I asked and he laughed. "It was one person, at first, then it became two. And although the second person isn't directly a traitor he is an accomplice." he said and I stopped pushing him to reply, he looked like he was in the middle of a conversation with himself so I let him be.

Out of habit, I push to enter her mind and I'm met with unrelenting resistance. She, on the other hand, takes advantage of the new link between us and begins racing through my mind, like a wolf running through the forest. I’m almost too slow to slam the door on the parts of my mind I don’t want her in; the loss of the Brenners, Theo, Samara, the overwhelming grief that still haunts me to this day. One by one, I slam those doors shut just as she’s about to blast through the memories.

"I told her it was too far. I..." "But you didn't stop her," Damian interrupted. "You stood outside that room and let it happen. You made a choice." Silence. "Say it," Damian ordered. "What?" "Say what you are." Leon's vision blurred. "I don't..." "Say it," Damian repeated, voice harder now. Leon's chest heaved. "I'm a traitor." "Louder." "I'm a traitor," Leon said, voice breaking. "I betrayed Rowan. I helped the woman who destroyed him. I'm a coward and a traitor and I deserve everything that's coming."