Escape For Reality の小説・ストーリー

“The trauma and blood loss—it’s messing with her head.” I squeezed my eyes shut, but the images wouldn’t stop. Jasper’s laugh, Estrella’s claws, the dungeon’s cold walls—it all felt so real. My body shook harder, my breaths coming in short gasps like I was drowning. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. “Make it stop,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

My escape had ended in utter defeat. -- In the days that followed, I got a new phone and made plans with Bella to meet for meals every day. I deliberately fed out some false information, yet I noticed Aaron made no move at all. It seemed he really wasn't tracking me anymore. He didn't bother me much either, just the occasional text to check in, sometimes asking if I'd join him for a meal. Other than not returning to the Celestia restaurant, everything seemed to return to its starting point. He was polite and restrained, careful in how he approached me.

"James. James, look at me. You're safe. You're—you're with family. You're home." James's eyes focused. Found mine. Recognition dawned. "Eva?" His voice was small. Broken. "Is—is this real? Or is she—is she making us think we escaped? Is this—is this just her feeding on us differently? Is—" "It's real," Reaper said. "I promise it's real. You're in the Rusty Spoke. You're back. You're—" "How?" Albert asked. He was standing now. Unsteady. But standing. "How did we escape? The prison was—was unbreakable. The entity was consuming us. We were dying. How—"

And reached for our bond desperately. Like a drowning thing reaching for anything solid. We caught it. The bond extended. The Unmaker connected. And reality— Screamed. Then exploded.

She had been ignoring it for days, drowning in the trauma of reality. She propped herself against one of the menacing boxes and brought the screen to her face. She almost hesitated, almost locked the screen again to block out everything she had found on the internet. Yet then she looked around her sad little reality. She could not stay here in her life. Just the sight of it threatened to collapse her chest. She let her cheeks slacken as she escaped from the sad, empty house and into the flashing, scrolling virtual world.

He locked himself in a closed room, neither eating nor sleeping nor wanting to meet anyone. But no matter how hard he tried not to believe it, the truth couldn't be changed. He was already an Omega. Anna advised him to accept the truth. "Omega is not as bad as you think. As long as that person is you, Omega or Beta is fine." Over time, Eric's wounds also gradually healed, but the obsession continued in his dreams every time he closed his eyes and went to sleep. His beautiful face and that smug smile never left his mind. It took a very long time for him to heal and start a new life."It's a phenomenon of diverging into an Omega. Very rarely seen," the doctor said.

She clenched her jaw and just stood there with her fist tightened. She can’t cry in front of these people. She can’t show the weak side of her to those people waiting for this moment. And so, she smiled. She smiled even though she wanted to vomit and explode. She smiled even though her throat was constricting that it felt like someone was strangling her. As soon as she felt that the tears she was holding back were about to fall, she hurriedly pressed the button in her side that teleported her onto her seat. Blair focused on making her breathing steady and wiped the corners of her eyes. Unexpectedly, she felt a soft touch in her left shoulder. But even before turning around to see who is it,

Let your imagination go wild! "What is this for?" I asked. "Take a photo of it and send it to your driver. Tell him I'm the last person you're with, and I'll take full responsibility if anything awful happens to you. Call him so that you may have a proper conversation with him." I locked my gaze on him, trying to figure out if he was serious, and he locked his gaze on me as well. No one wants to break a stare, but I swiftly avoided it when I felt like I was melting through his stare. I sighed in despair; I really wanted to go home, and if Cielo still isn't coming, I might take him up on his offer. I feel like I'm getting a cold, my head hurts, and the rain isn't helping. I called Cielo's num

I will fall off the wagon once she leaves me . When I arrived home I was anxious and I needed Cleo. Her phone was off and she was out with Amber and Marc. When she walked in the door with Gia I was about to open up a bottle of Jack and drink. I didn't know how to handle it because she left me at one of the rooms at the club for dead . I was lucky that Paul and Carl found me. I carried Cleo upstairs from the kitchen to the bedroom because she told me she wanted to talk upstairs. Before we reached the mezzanine level she was out cold. I even woke up before her. I texted Paul and told him I would be in tomorrow if need be I can work from home. It was Wednesday and he said I could take the rest