I Am Another Word Novels & Stories

It was as though he were afraid I might bolt. I stepped back in disgust, widening the distance between us. Then, I replied coldly, "Yes, I'm still alive, thanks to the Moon Goddess."

When I arrived outside Gideon's place, I heard Pixie say, "Liars. Liars." "What if I say I'm actually Maverick? Would you believe me?" I smiled wryly at Gideon, who was standing there with an annoyed expression. "Gideon, are you joking? Or have you fallen for Quincey, too?" With frustration building up, I ignored him and picked up the birdcage before leaving wordlessly. Why was everyone around me acting as though they were possessed? I took Pixie to the park, walking the bird with an elderly man I didn't know. For the first time in a long while, I felt relaxed.

"Enjoying ourselves, aren't we?" I turned my head and was greeted by... "Hahaha... Hello, Miles!" I must be going insane... why is there another Miles in my head? Hahaha... what the hell is going on?! In a shaky voice, I replied, "W-Who are you?! And why are you here?!" With a devil's smile, the other Miles exclaimed, "The day is finally here! The day we finally meet!" "A-Again! Answer my question!" "Don't be so cold to yourself, Miles! Let's have a pleasant and long talk..."

She stubbornly believed I was still throwing a tantrum at her. In truth, I no longer got mad about anything she did.

The rain was pouring, yet I heard every word he said. “You don’t have to answer right now. You can give it a day, a month, or a year to think it through, but I want you to know that someone’s waiting for you, someone who’s waited for you twenty-two years. And from now on, he wants to be by your side.” I looked at him and suddenly recalled that night at the Black family’s annual banquet, when I pushed open the door to find him. He, who was reading in the study, looked up, startled when he saw me.

The other end of the line went quiet. I weakly nodded to myself. Without waiting for her to speak, I uttered, "I understand." That pause was as good an answer as I could have hoped for.

"No other options" "A date it is!"

I hoped it could also become the place that held our final, beautiful memory. The next day, the three of us set out together. I had just recovered from a severe cold and had little strength left, so I leaned back in my seat to rest. Not long after the car started moving, Sam said excitedly, "Dad, the weather's so nice today. Can we invite Aunt Jess to come with us? She's not boring like Mom—she doesn't stay quiet, she runs around and plays. I get so bored with Mom." Jonathan's expression darkened. He shot Sam a stern look.