Novel & Cerita I'm Nobody Who Are You

"There is no 'you' and 'me.' You are me, and I am you." Tilting her head, she added, "Ember. Celeste. Either name belongs to us." I clenched my jaw. "I already told you," I said. "I'm not any of those. I don't have a name." She held my gaze. "Then what are you?" I hesitated. "...I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe I'm no one." "No." Her voice was quiet but certain. "There's no such thing as a person with no identity. You had one. You've simply forgotten it."

"Perfect, first of all and to start with this session, I would like to know who Juliette is." "Who am I?" I ask, confused. "Yes, I want to know how you identify or see yourself," he prompts me. "Who are you as a person?" Who am I, how do I see myself? Questions I've never asked myself before, and I have no idea what the answer is. "Ah, I am..." I try to formulate, trying to say something coherent, but the answer doesn't come. "I don't know." "You don't know?" "I just...right now I don't know who I am," I admit. "All I know is that this isn't me. I can't even describe myself, I have no idea who the person I've become is."

"You and who else?" "You."

We'd been bonded for three months, and things had been good between us. This was his class reunion. Grace was his childhood friend who'd just returned from a border pack, so I wanted to make a good impression. But before I could say anything, Grace raised her voice and addressed the entire room with dripping sarcasm. "You guys know Ethan's 'clinic sweetheart' here isn't actually a respectable Omega, right?" The room went dead silent. They watched me with that distinctive werewolf scrutiny, sharp and assessing. "I did my homework. She's just a Rogue who got exiled from her old pack!"

he waved a hand over my person, “an act?” “Is who I saw last night the real you?” he gasped, his eyes trembling as he searched my face, as if trying to peer behind my skin, my skull. I stared at him. “I am who you know me to be,” I said thickly. “Nobody.” He jolted. I smiled. “I am nobody, Adrian. I’m an architect, a business owner, a son. Your contracted professional.” I touched his cheek lightly. “You don’t know me. You don’t need to. Don’t waste your time on a nobody.”

Like I didn’t even exist in the eyes of anyone who mattered. And it wasn’t like I could turn to anyone for help. My family hadn't spoken to me in eight years and I didn't even bother reaching out. My parents would sooner have me live in a cardboard box on the street than ask them for a favor. I had no Friends, no colleague, no boyfriend, not even a decent neighbor. Nothing And when you’ve got nothing, you’re basically a ghost. No one gives a shit about you. That’s the reality of being a nobody.

"It's me!" "You?"

Two weeks back, I found myself knee-deep in a mission to dismantle the nefarious web spun by those purveyors of fabricated scandals. My solitary endeavor was almost in full swing when, out of the blue, an unexpected message dropped into my digital realm. The sender bore the mysterious alias "Zero-One," which was as intriguing as a riddle whispered in the wind. "Who you are, I know," Zero-One's message began, each word dripping with enigma, concealing his true self beneath layers of anonymity. "Stop what you're doing."

No one. No one.

She stopped in front of me. Who are you?“ “Nobody.“ I told her. She looked at me closely, as if she were a doctor trying to figure out what was wrong with me. “Well, what's nobody doing here?“ Clever. “Admiring the flowers?“ It came out as a question, and she shook her head. She scoffed. “Who are you?“ She asked again. Didn't her mother teach her not to talk to strangers? I sighed. “Will you leave me alone if I tell you?“