Constantly Risking Absurdity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That’s absurd. You’re perfect for me.” I swallowed hard. “What if I break your heart?” He gave me another look, his expression unreadable. “What if I break yours?” The question caught me off guard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said evenly, “that there are no certainties in life. Everything involves risks. Being with someone, trusting them, is a gamble.” He paused. “And I’m willing to take that risk with you.” The word “risk” echoed in my mind.

“Sure, Ms. Ambers.” I nodded my head and went the opposite way, almost running while I forced myself to hold it for a few more seconds. I was fortunate enough that the restroom wasn’t crowded when I got inside, giving me the freedom to use it all by myself. I went inside one of the cubicles and peed, my eyes closing in satisfaction. “You really approved this trash, Gray? You know damn well that this project is complex and has high risk!” “I know what I am doing, Hazel. This is business, and business has a lot of risks. It is inevitable. Stop meddling with my decision—”

The candles have burned lower, casting shifting shadows across his face. "The worst thing?" I laugh, surprised by how rusty the sound is. "God, I can't even remember the last time I did anything remotely bad." "That's the problem." His words hit like cold water. Because he's right—when did I become someone who never takes risks, never pushes boundaries, never does anything that might disappoint or anger or surprise? "What about you?" I counter. "What's the worst thing Derek Matthews ever did?" His smile turns dangerous. "You sure you want to know?"

There had been no pressure, no judgment, no complicated plans or dangerous secrets—just us, the floor beneath us, and the absurdity we had made together. And in that absurdity, in that small moment of laughter and companionship, I felt a flicker of something I hadn’t felt in days: hope. We talked for a while, nothing deep, nothing heavy. Just nonsense. Jokes. Random gossip. Clara had this way of twisting even the smallest, most mundane details into something funny, something absurd that made it impossible not to laugh. She mimed ridiculous scenarios, over-exaggerated voices, and at one point, even staged a tiny mock argument between a tomato and an egg. I laughed so hard my sides ached, my c

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

Not heavy. Not pressing. Present. Lyra leaned back slightly, letting the quiet exist without filling it. And then she saw it clearly. For years, risk had meant something precise. Loss of control. Exposure. Failure that carried consequences beyond herself. Something to anticipate. Something to counter. Something to survive. This was different. This risk did not threaten to take something from her. It asked her to stay. To remain present without authority. To allow connection without leverage. To want without justification. That made it more dangerous.

it was about being unstoppable. “You disobeyed me today,” I said calmly. Matteo’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. “Yes.” “You didn’t ask permission.” “No.” “You decided she was worth the risk.” “I decided the risk was manageable.” I turned my gaze toward him. “There is no such thing,” I said, “as manageable risk. Only delayed consequences.” He said nothing. “You see what hesitation costs,” I continued. “Men begin to think rules bend. And once they believe that, they test how far.”

zayden pulled me closer. Not merging. but holding. because now that mattered. more than anything. “You don’t survive by removing risk,” he said. The words calm. certain. “You survive by choosing what’s worth the risk.” The space shattered. Violently. because now everything conflicted. everything contradicted itself. The presence flickered. unstable. not breaking. but conflicted. because now it had two truths. two choices. two paths. eliminate the connection and ensure stability. or preserve it and risk everything.

"Then stop saying weird and nonsense things." "Weird and nonsense? Yeah, right. If honesty also means weird and nonsense, then yes, I am saying weird and nonsense things." Caesar did not reply and started reading again, so I continued talking. "You don't have to be shy about it, okay? We are not kids anymore. We are sixteen already. We are teens, and it's normal to have our own crushes. There's nothing weird about it. If we would talk about weirdness, then what you did—running away suddenly—that thing is what weird is." "Stop making things up."

She seemed to be debating if it was even possibly feasible and whether she should raise her expectations one more time. “Well... It seems too wonderful to be true," she said as she looked down at her feet. "It's nothing more than a pipe dream. You're going to be wounded following this foolishness." “Yeah. Most likely," Ricky conceded. "You see, we're not idiots. We are aware of the dangers. We're all aware that there's a considerable probability not all of us will make it. But we're all prepared to take that risk for the greater benefit."