Novel & Cerita Disillusionment At Ten O'clock

I didn't get home till past 10:00 pm that day. Graham was sitting on the living room couch in the dark, and I could see the faint glow of his cigarette. "Why are you back so late?" he asked coldly. "Where have you been?" I paused halfway through changing into my indoor slippers. "I was held up on campus." Then, I walked past him to get to my room. Behind me, I could hear the sound of a glass clinking against the coffee table. … Leanna's chemotherapy was a huge success.

"Ten o'clock, Elena. My place. Don't be late this time. I’d hate to have to mark you down for poor participation." He pulled away, grabbed his leather briefcase, and walked toward the door. He unlocked it and stepped out into the hallway, leaving me standing in the middle of his office, draped in the scarf I'd borrowed my roommate, and dripping with his seed. I looked down at the 'A+' on my essay, then at the emerald silk in my hand. I was terrified. I was disgusted. And God help me, but I couldn't wait for ten o'clock. ~~~ The clock on the dashboard of my car ticked toward 10:00 PM, each second feeling like a drop of molten lead.

We didn’t have time to build the friction. Thursday night was the first time the clock hit 10:15 and the screen stayed dark. I sat on my bed, his hoodie pulled tight around my shoulders, eyes glued to the time. 10:20. 10:30. The silence of the dorm room pressed against my eardrums until it turned into a low metallic hum. At 10:42, the notification flashed. Practice ran late. Media stuff after. Sorry. Can we talk tomorrow? I stared at the screen. My fingers hovered over the keyboard while the old doormat wiring tried to take the reins. It’s fine. No worries. Go sleep.

The entrance hall was very quiet. Edgar looked at me for a long moment with those dark eyes that had once made me believe in things that weren't real."And what am I?" He said. Very quiet. Very still."Someone who is about to find out that the table he designed has been redesigned." I said. "Tomorrow. Ten o'clock. Twelve faction representatives instead of one." I held his gaze. "Bring your revised document."I turned and walked back upstairs.

Disappointment and hopelessness washed over him. Rosalie would never come. She was a liar. She would never care about him. Theodore stumbled to the bed, and sat down. The sky had turned completely dark. He would wait a little longer, perhaps till half past eight. No, maybe till nine. Here he was, being a loser and still clinging onto non-existent hope. Theodore stared at the clock as the seconds ticked by.

Our awkwardness in our bodies simply vanishes in an instant. There's no way in hell that Solenn hasn't gotten herself impregnated yet. Anyway, the moment of truth will finally be revealed later at night. The moment the clock strikes 6 in the evening, I excused myself from my meeting. Not bothering if they still have something to discuss or argue with me about.

But the world was already unraveling. ⸻ I pressed my hand to the glass, breath fogging the window. “Ten days to midnight,” I whispered. “Then the world burns again.” And this time… I’d be ready

Ninth day, 23:30: “Beep, hello 001. It is now 23:50, the counting system will close in nine minutes, please complete the count from 1 to 120 if you want to continue” Still out of time, as usual. I didn't think much, immediately counted to 120. Day ten, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Eleventh day, 00:00, what's up, the day is over, why haven't exited yet? The eleventh day, 12:00, it's already been half a day, why in the end? Beep. What's the matter, why haven't I exited yet?

he smiled, nodded, and committed every word to memory. By 19:00, the tension had become palpable even in silence. Julian fell asleep on the couch, his head nestled in his lap. he brushed his hair back and stared at the skyline, his heart aching with the knowledge that in four hours, his life as he knew it would end—one way or another. he could walk away and disappear into the network of shadows that had trained him, or he could surrender to the inevitability of the order and vanish permanently.