روايات وقصص ضمن Actually I Was The Real One

"And I came back." "Why specifically." She looked at me. "You've said it in different ways. Say it the way you'd say it to me." I thought about it. "Because leaving felt like letting someone else decide," I said. "What was true and what wasn't." I paused. "She manufactured things. I almost let her manufactured version replace the real one." "But you didn't." "I went back to the real one." I looked at the water. "He was still there." "Still showing up."

Real. --- My fingers curled slightly against the fabric of my shirt. My breathing uneven again. My thoughts tangled. --- “This doesn’t mean anything,” I said quietly. But the words didn’t carry the same certainty as before. Didn’t feel as solid. As unshakable. --- Because no matter how much I denied it— No matter how much I tried to explain it away— One truth remained. --- I could feel it. --- And if I could feel it— Then it was real.

No one else. No house. No crowd. Just them. Alone. But still… strong. When I finished, my hands felt cold. I looked at it. That was my truth. Not perfect. But real. --- “Naomi.” I didn’t look up this time. “I’m fine,” I said. Professor Adrian stood beside me. “I didn’t say you’re not,” he replied calmly. I sighed and looked at him. “This is my family,” I said. He nodded. “It’s honest.”

I knew this girl had secrets. Because this— This was the moment. The real one. “Why?” I asked. Her voice shook slightly. “Because that’s who I was before I met you.” A pause. “An informant.” There it was. Out in the open. No more masks. No more hiding behind fake walls . No more pretending to be something she wasn’t No more half-truths. Just reality. I nodded slowly. “Were,” I repeated. She swallowed. “…I don’t know what I am anymore.”

And none of that mattered. Because if Donovan Cross was willing to step into that space and take that position beside her, then I was going to make sure he never got the chance. “We’re announcing the truth,” I said, my hand pushing through the exit doors, the city opening up in front of me as the last piece of hesitation disappeared completely. “What truth?” I didn’t pause. “The man in that video is me.”

Real security came only from what one built themselves. This time, no one could take what was mine. From now on, I'd live for myself alone. —The End

I said quietly. That stopped her. She blinked once, like she hadn’t expected me to say that out loud. “What did you just say?” I took a breath. “It started as a PR stunt, yes. But it’s real now. He’s real. He’s the one who stayed. He’s the one who almost—” I stopped myself, feeling the sting of tears. “He’s not using me.” Clara stared at me, and then she huffed. “That’s cute.”

"Yes. I am him, Camila. I am Noah and Noah is me." "But h-ow did it happen? Am I dreaming? Tell me I'm dreaming, Trey, I mean Noah, urgh! I don't know exactly what to call you!" "Just call me whichever way you want, Camila. The most important thing is that you now know the truth. We now know it. And no, you aren't dreaming. This is true. This is really happening, and this is our reality." I nodded. He held my hand and once again brought me back into sitting at the swing. He gently moved and pushed it and it felt great.

He said before tugging my hand to walk with him. I walked just behind him with my arm on his, so Hailee had been lying about telling him about my filthy background. Ugh common tactic used by jealous girls, but I could have sworn she was telling the truth, because I can swear that between me and her, she is way better. “Seat down, I will go get a first aid kit for your cheek,” Clayton says arriving at a small room “No need, I... I am okay really; we should go and take Melisa home.” I protest embarrassed.

I pointed at his face and said, “Um… your face? I mean it’s easy to recognize you under this disguise.” “It’s not a disguise. This is the real me. And one recognizes me in my real appearance. You’re the first.” “Oh,” my face flushed at what he said. “It’s true. I’m surprised that you of all people were able to tell the differences from a handsome black hair hunk to a white hair prince charming,” he said, drawing closer to me, sending shivers around my body. Is he being serious? Am I the only one that…Hey, wait a minute!