Novel & Cerita And Then There Were Two

~Jane~ The bell rang. And just like that… everything slipped back into reality. Our world—soft, quiet, untouched—faded away. Time was up. Time to be apart again. And no matter how many times it happened… it never got easier. Our fingers stayed intertwined, neither of us ready to let go. Around us, students moved past, voices rising, footsteps echoing—but we didn’t move. We stayed there… holding onto the last fragile seconds. Nathan’s hand lifted slowly to my cheek, his touch warm, grounding.

"That's a promise." We drank a lot that night and binged a ton of old movies. We reminisced about our childhood. We did so much. We kept talking as if this was the last time we'd see each other, so we wanted to leave no regrets behind. The night slipped on. We drifted to sleep in each other's embrace, just like we did when we were little and had no one but each other. My phone buzzed by my pillow at 4 a.m. The screen lit up, and the message read, 'He's here. Alleyway.'

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

And then the second. But not the third.

For now, thanks for sticking by. Also, there's a Book Two.

But instead, Mira-Eve’s gaze held the same strange, unblinking calculation Savannah had seen in her before—the gaze of someone not entirely child, not entirely innocent. Then—across the flooded boulevard—a giant news screen crackled to life, its light casting warped reflections across the rippling water. Weston’s face filled the screen. His voice, smooth and surgical, cut through the storm as though the rain itself bowed to it. "The twins… were only prototypes." His eyes, even on the broadcast, seemed to seek her out. "Phase Two… is already alive." The words landed with a weight heavier than the storm. Savannah’s skin prickled with cold that had nothing to do with the rain. It was as though

It's time to concentrate on the TV. THE END

At last, everything is over. The End

the two men grinned. *****THE END*****

“I don’t need one, baby. Just keep up.” End of Book Two