Empty Smiles Romane & Geschichten

Empty means no pain, no confusion, no messy emotions that make people do stupid things. Empty is good. So why does it feel like dying? The air in our chambers tastes metallic. Like blood mixed with winter flowers. It sticks in my throat, makes breathing feel like swallowing glass. Even the walls seem to watch me with eyes hidden in the dark stone. "My beloved Lunara." Silas's voice wraps around me like velvet. Rich. Warm. Full of devotion that should make me feel cherished. "Come away from the window, my darling. You've been staring at nothing for an hour."

The smell hit me first—alcohol, smoke, a tang of something sweet I couldn’t name. Then the scene which I saw was mind blowing. Ethan slumped on the sofa, with a drink in hand, cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers. Girls were scattered around him, some draped across furniture, some leaning against walls. They were all naked, laughing, talking but none of it reached him. He looked hollow, like he’d been drained dry. “Ethan,” I said sharply. He glanced at me. The look he gave wasn’t greeting or surprise. It was emptiness. I felt my stomach twist.

All flushed and glossy-eyed and… empty. But I posted it anyway. Captioned it with a flame emoji and a smirk. Let them eat it up. Let them believe I was okay.

"Clear left!" "Clear right!" "Bedroom clear!" The shouts bounce off the walls. I lower my weapon slightly. The apartment is empty. It’s not just empty of people. It’s empty of life. There is no furniture. No clothes on the floor. No half-eaten takeout containers. It’s completely uninhabited and has been for some time. "Enzo?" I say into the comms, already knowing there’s nobody who bolted. The intel was bad. "Fire escape is clear," Enzo’s voice crackles. "Window is painted shut. Nobody came out this way."

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. For a second, I don’t feel anything as my eyes stays glued to the text, the words just sit there, sounding flat, too Casual and almost polite. Like he’s canceling on a dinner reservation, or Like he’s telling me he’ll be late. And Ronan doesn’t do polite which means this text is like a slap laced with a warning too!

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

His big doe eyes blinked in shock as he looked up at me. My lips tugged up as I grabbed a piece of popcorn. His eyes immediately go to it, and he watches that piece like a hawk as I bring it to my mouth and pop it in. I swear I saw his eyes dilate as he watched that piece of popcorn disappear. My lips tugged up further, and my chest puffed out proudly at the reactions I kept pulling from him.

The first thing I noticed that morning wasn’t my alarm. It was the silence. New York was never this quiet. Even before sunrise, there was always something finding its way into my apartment—a distant siren, a taxi horn, the rumble of the subway beneath the streets. That morning, there was nothing. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. 6:02 a.m. Too early for my day off, but the silence had already chased away any hope of going back to sleep. I drew in a slow breath, frowning when it felt oddly different. Not painful or difficult, just unusual enough to make me notice it. I dismissed it as exhaustion, climbed out of bed, and wandered into the kitchen to make coffee.

Just social ones All Hearts !!