And Then There Were Two Novels & Stories

Unlike me. My heart stopped racing. Silence had stretched between us for more than five minutes now. Deciding I couldn’t let it prolong any longer, my shoulders loosened up as I broke the silence. “Do we have to do anything about it for now?” I asked him, and I was surprised when my voice didn’t fidget. Xander and I are still mates. Until he rejects me or I do. Like I wasn’t having enough dealing with how akward things had turned between us since I’d been out of prison, now I had to deal with another circumstance— my mate’s twin being my second fated mate.

Tall buildings. Vehicles that are so far away from its original design during our time. A lot of them. Big screens above the establishments where recorded videos are played repeatedly. So this is how the city looks like twenty years after from my time. It was so high tech, a lot changed. I shifted my gaze and looked down to my shoe. I closed my eyes, I kept them shut for a sec, smiling a little to myself. In my mind, Brylle was there, standing on the altar, smiling, waiting for me as I walk slowly down the aisle, stepping in tune with the rhythm of the piano. At the moment, I'm wanting nothing more than to kiss him once again. As I watched him in my mind, the scene began to change, thunders

I let the low melody of the music playing over the radio invade the sepulchre of that moment, after all, that's what we looked like. Two dead people. The harmony of What's Left from Three Doors Down resonated ironically, almost like a punch of truths scattered through every word Brad Arnold sang. "It's time for me to let you go, that's what we have to do. It's time to give this up, I think we already knew that. There's nothing left for us to talk about, there's nothing left to prove." Perfect timing, isn't it? Life is a succession of debauched events that play out right in front of you, leaving you only to accept that perhaps nothing can be done except accept the rules of the game.

The company needs you—I need you! He grabbed my wrist, but I only laughed coldly and waved my phone in front of him. "Do you remember the day you signed the divorce papers? Christine messaged me right after, proudly telling me you slept with her. "I'm a germaphobe, Vincent. If I didn't have to come back to Camdonia for business, I would've made sure to never see you again." His face turned as pale as a sheet. "That was an accident," he mumbled. "I was drunk. I was devastated after you asked for a divorce—"

As the ambulance sped away, its siren blaring, the house fell into dead silence once more. I was brought back to the cold, dark night when I was abandoned all by myself, with only the darkness for company. Clutching my head, I crawled up slowly from the floor. No matter how much I relented and how much I gave way, Vivian wasn't willing to let me go. If that was the case, then I was willing to play this game with her.