Back To The Classics の小説・ストーリー

Forward. Forward.

🌑 And from somewhere deep inside— A familiar voice whispered— “You’re finally back…” 🖤 To Be Continued…

Mirabella turned back to meet her boss gaze fixed on her and for lots of reason she felt uncomfortable, she was still wondering why she had been called back until she heard him say something like a quote 'The hardest decisions of life, most times are the right decisions.' Mateo said to her but she got more confused as she herself could not read his facial expressions, he was saying something else but his expressions was saying another thing entirely.

“Be good. I’ll be right back.” XXX

Never have I been happier to listen that annoying, lazy drawl up in my head, dishing out judgment as it deemed fit. "I thought you'd left me for my doom. I'm glad you stayed." I confessed without a second hesitation. "Actually, I was gonna. There was nowhere else that was deserving of my presence and I thought to come back home, where I belong. This is where I'm enthroned and I love it here!" She stated in a tone that bred boredom. "Really?" "No." She replied. "I'm back because more than ever, you need all the help you can get and now we have full knowledge of who we were meant to be, we can put Mana Sylveon's power to good use."

If anything, he accepted it. "Don't give me that look, Caroline--" "Why did you come back? The deal was to wait a few more weeks. Why did you... Why did you come back?" He took a swing from the bottle, before hurling it to the ground. The crash shattered and echoed in the room. I flinched, sucking in a sharp breath. Kris ran his fingers through his hair, jaw clenched tight. His lips trembled as he bit down hard on it, almost drawing blood. A storm brewed inside of him, threatening to explode in my face.

The puncture site on my arm had been carefully bandaged with cotton. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen. Everyone around me was busy rushing back and forth, and no one noticed that I had woken up. I tilted my head and caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. Only one hour left before I would be pulled back into the past life. On the small TV hanging in the corner, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The meteors were breathtaking, but once again, I had missed it.

“I’ll be back to get my things.” It’s not over.

Together. There’s no turning back now.