Novel & Cerita Confusion Will Be My Epitaph

At those words, Jack was left completely speechless. People never know what they truly want, so they greedily hold onto everything—both the rose, and the snow. Yet, they forget that roses cannot bloom in the winter's snow. - Meanwhile, I was buried under my sheets, watching the live reactions of the chat in front of my eyes. [Damn, that punch looks like it hurt! Oh, but now that you hit him, don't hit our darling succubus!]

But because of how he said it. Confident. Final. I should’ve laughed. Walked off. Flipped my hair and pretended that his cloak-and-dagger act didn’t affect me. But I didn’t. Because deep down, some part of me—the one I try to keep quiet—was curious. You don’t need to know that? Who the hell says that in 2025? I stared into my glass like it had the answers. It didn’t. Just olive brine, vodka, and a headache waiting to happen.

And then…clarity. Not relief. Not the thunderous confirmation I thought would come. Confusion. My brows knitted, my lips parted as I mouthed the words, again and again, like repetition might make them change. Like if I whispered them enough times, they’d morph into something less terrifying, less disorienting. But no. The letters were the same. The phrasing was the same. The weight pressing against my ribcage was the same. “What…” The word slipped out, but it wasn’t even a word anymore.

Maureen whispered, looking horrified. I let a small, humorless smile curl the corner of my lips. The idea of me, whoever I truly was kneeling in grease should have felt humiliating. Instead, a strange, phantom memory flickered behind my eyelids: Stir clockwise. Never rush. You are a placeholder... The memory vanished, but the icy, unbreakable confidence remained.

James says after a while. "Hmm" I said, still looking out the window "Never doubt that I'm here to help you. I'll always be in your corner." His words sound sincere, giving my never ending thoughts a sense of calmness, as they die down. I smile, letting my mind slowly wonder and eventually drifts into a black abyss.

“I’m terrible at metaphors.” I clear my throat, looking away because I knew what grief felt and looked like, and I could see it’s destructive handprint all over Adam Samson. “You are.” I agree, just to lighten the mood, and he chuckles again. A beat passes between us, and I think about what he says. Conflicted is one way to define me, but he knew so little about the rules that govern my nature, my existence, my survival. I sigh. “I’m sorry about your sister.”

His strong will to survive had vanished into thin air as guilt slowly swallowed his rationality. “I'm Zadkiel Mortel...” hiccup, “...a child killer...” hiccup, “...I don't deserve to be happy...” he murmured drunkenly as he proceeded to gulp the strong liquor clutched in between his hands. “I'm such a monster...” he murmured guiltily. His eyes blurred and he couldn't see anything around him clearly. He kept on chugging the wine endlessly until he finally had enough and passed out in his previous position.

My arms are outstretched as if I'm conducting a sermon and this entire not-very-big, dull---dull town is my congregation. "Ladies and gentlemen," I shout. "I would like to welcome you to my downfall!" "I, Miles Grimwine, being of unsound mind, do hereby bequeath all my earthly possessions to the Otaku Association Committee, whenever it's established. Everyone else can go f---themselves." my mom taught me to spell that word (if I must use it) or, better yet, not spell it, and, sadly, this has stuck.

Their expressions were confusing. “What?” I inquired. “You just said he wasn’t going to kill Carter,” Henry repeated. “Yeah, so?” I replied, turning back to Cain, who looked a bit sad. “You think I can kill him.” “What? I just said you wouldn’t.” “No, I know, but your words suggest you believe I will win,” Cain explained. I began to realize what my words had truly implied, feeling a bit embarrassed. How could I say that? Did I not believe in Carter? Suddenly, I felt so confused. Luckily, Cain cleared his throat, breaking the uncomfortable silence as he leaned his arms on the desk.

[Seraphine’s POV] The melody of sorrow seemed to ring in my mind like an alarm. Regardless of my accomplishments turning into gold, the fog of fear still shrouded my vision. It was as if I lacked confidence in my own actions. And this hand, the very hand that had once brought victories for Cassian, suddenly trembled and grew cold. My blood froze instantly as my memory delved back into the fragment where Cassian would die in the future because of my decision.