Empty Smiles Novels & Stories

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

I feel nothing. No anger, heartbreak or longing. Nothing but emptiness. A strange calm settles over me, the kind that comes after a storm has destroyed everything and there is nothing left to save. Nothing left to fight for, nothing left to hope for. Ethan takes another step forward. His eyes desperate. "Please." I smile And this time...the smile is genuine. Not because I'm happy, because I'm free. Then I turn around and walk away, Without looking back or stopping.

“No thanks.” He shrugged, took a drag, and stared straight ahead. “You okay?” he asked after a while. Eden didn’t answer immediately. The silence between them had taken on a new shape—no longer edged with mistrust or guarded truths, but heavy with something else. Grief. Or maybe clarity. “I thought it would feel like winning,” she said finally. Roman looked over. “And?” “It just feels... empty.” “Because you expected fire. But sometimes the real ending is smoke.”

My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance. In contrast to Carter, who was completely silent and didn't even speak, Auxel was conversing with the other guys in front of him. "Alistair Ethan Montereal. That guy is the happy pill of their group, isn't he a ray of sunshine?" When I looked at the guy he was looking at, I was immediately captivated by his soft, Irish eyes that swam with joy as he spoke to his friends. I'm vaguely familiar with him, I think I saw him somewhere. Was he the one I saw with various girls in our department all the time?

A bitter smile crossed the girl's face. "If I knew that, none of this would be happening." The honesty of the answer terrified Emma. --- Elsewhere Or perhaps nowhere. Ethan stood in the white void. The forest was gone. The facility was gone. Even the horizon no longer existed. Only endless white. Hope clung tightly to Ava. Daniel remained beside them. Rachel looked seconds away from panic. Mercer stood alone. Watching something only he seemed able to understand. Then the white emptiness flickered. For a brief second—

Dreams came in waves: a white room, monitors beeping, a cry that never quite became a sound. Emma woke with swollen eyes. James prepared breakfast, arranging the morning as if routine could be an anchor. Ethan came down cheerfully, greeting them as usual. Emma forced a smile—and it exhausted her. At the table, Ethan asked small questions about school. He didn’t mention a sibling again. The silence felt heavier than the words had. After Ethan left, Emma sat for a long time, staring at her empty plate. “I feel empty,” she said softly. “Like there’s a space that should be filled.”

“Sophie said something similar when I saw her. That I was still whole. That I shouldn’t let anyone act like I wasn’t. I believed her when she said it. Tonight I mostly just feel empty. Not broken. Just… emptied out.” “Empty can be a kind of rest,” Mom said. “Not the good kind. Not the kind you choose. But the necessary kind. The kind that lets you sleep and get up again tomorrow.” We stood there for a while without talking. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Outside, a car passed and then the street settled again. Eventually I pushed away from the counter. “I’m going to shower and go to bed. I don’t think I'll have another conversation with me tonight.

It was a garden of pure potential, waiting for a seed. ​"We’re through," Elia whispered, her voice sounding like it was coming from the bottom of an ocean. "We’re... on the other side." ​The Respiration tumbled out of the darkness and into a space that was terrifyingly empty. There were no stars here. No Core. No Swarm. Only a vast, shimmering "Sea of Information" that stretched in every direction. ​The Empty Page

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Making the person holding the device wince at that notification's brusque appearance, Ryan registers in his mind, an email has popped up. Grimacing, Ryan taps on the bar, to be disappointed to a greater extreme, 'From: thansmith@zmail.com To: clumsymiller@zmail.com Sub: Empty This is Ethan Smith, Mr. Miller. Meet me now. Urgent. At my place. Will spare you 30 minutes sharp. Be late and lose your job. Thank you!"