Caught Up In Between Novels & Stories

I groan, hitting my palm on my head. I took a deep breath before going out of my room, slowly walking down the corridor, till I reached the staircase. I stopped hearing the alpha and Luna voices. I could hardly hear a word they were saying but I’m pretty sure it’s about us. “Good morning, alpha, luna”. I murmured, keeping my head low. “Oh you’re up? Come here”. Luna Anna said with a smile, tapping the seat beside her. “Why are you all covered up?”, she asked, staring at me curiously.

"She looked at those six files the day they arrived and she's been thinking about two of them ever since. I could tell." "Which two," I said. "The youngest one," he said. "Nineteen, Were-adjacent. And the one with the high-range pull assessment." The youngest was named Jess. The high-range pull was a man named Farrukh, twenty-seven. "She talked to you about them," I said. "She mentioned them in passing twice," he said. "Rea mentions things in passing when she's decided something." "You're tracking her communication patterns," I said. "I'm paying attention," he said. "It's what I do."

In that instant, I felt unbearably small. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="625ae3c3-3b06-49ba-93b2-9e0cd9e5312d" data-testid="conversation-turn-31" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="user">

Then he whispered, “She’s coming back, baby. We just have to hold the door open for her.” And for the first time all week, he didn’t feel so alone. ⸻ The Day It Broke It was a Sunday. Rain pelted the windows like tiny fists. Adrian had just spilled juice on Elena’s favorite throw blanket. Lila was mid-meltdown because the pancakes weren’t heart-shaped. And his latest demo had corrupted, hours of work gone. He lost it. “Lila, please—just five minutes. I need five minutes!” She froze.

Jonathan stood there— Caught. Between two storms. --- One on the phone. One right in front of him. And for the first time— He realized— He wasn’t just losing control of the situation anymore. He was losing control of everything.

Trust does not return just because you finally arrived. ---

Choosing each other without permission. {Not yet,} I typed. But thank you for wanting to. {Anytime} he replied. I slipped the phone back into my pocket as my monster stirred uneasily. I was standing on the edge of something dangerous now.

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

Colin, on the other end of the line, expressed his reluctance: "Believe in your potential, my friend! Go alone in search of your girl..." "I promise we'll have fun and who knows, maybe you'll also meet someone interesting?" I insisted, trying to motivate Colin. I was completely distracted by the conversation, and it was in this moment of inattention that I ended up bumping into someone, causing an unexpected collision. The person ended up falling, abruptly interrupting my conversation with Colin. Surprised, I ended the call and leaned over to help the person on the ground, apologizing for the distraction.

Consider it done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~