I Was The Real One の小説・ストーリー

“I’m trying to show you who I actually am instead of who I’ve been pretending to be.” “And who are you, Arwen Valehart?” Her real full name sounded like a confession and accusation all at once. “Because I thought I was starting to understand you, but now I’m not sure if anything I’ve seen has been real or just another performance.” “The painting was real.” Her voice shook. “Everything I have done that felt different from Isolde—that was the real me.” “And this?” He gestured between them. “Is this real?”

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

showing me my place. Who am I? My eyes shift to Alexei, and for a moment, I just stare at him, while I realize how wrong I was earlier, because the truth is that I am alone. He is standing before me, yet I feel like I have no one. He is not mine... never was... and never will be. A smile appears on my lips as I turn back to her. “I am?” My voice stays calm as I finish, “I am Irene. Just Irene.” My voice turns into a whisper as I say the last words.

Zane screamed for the system to shut down And in the chaos, I felt the truth strike like lightning: *I am real. I feel. I remember.* Pain, love, fear — all of it. I opened my mouth, voice trembling but strong. “I’m the real Lena!” I screamed. “And I’m done letting you decide who I am!” The light swallowed everything. Then — silence. And when it cleared… only one Lena was still standing.

he kept saying. It wasn’t okay. Nothing about that was okay. I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m not real,” I said. The words sounded insane out loud. He grabbed my shoulders. Not rough. Just enough to ground me. “You are.” “I wasn’t even hers.” “You are,” he repeated. “You’re real. You’re here. You’re breathing.” “But she ordered me.” My voice broke on the word ordered. Like I was furniture.

Now he knew who I really was. "Ruel,"

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He exclaimed, grabbing the microphone from Malcolm, who was already fast asleep. "Hey boy, I'm going to make this simple for you," he said as cutely as he could. "What the fuck is going on?" I made a blink. I was trying to take in the scene in front of me. I shifted my gaze to the main entrance. Giovanni Samantilla stepped out of the door.

Even Siddharth was confused. " Are you mocking me? I found him right? I won the challenge now, tie this and fulfill your side of the deal... " " I don't mind tying it on his hand but let me tell you, he is not the one. " I kept laughing. " He is not? " He asked and I said no. " Hey, hello... I am also present here. Will both of you please tell me what is going on? " Siddharth asked as he was totally confused.

“I know.” “I just needed you to understand that—” “I do,” I said. “I understand.” She smiled, trembling slightly against me. “This is the first real thing in my life,” I confessed quietly. “You know that, right? Before you, everything was… performance. Distraction. Noise.” “Luca—” “But this isn’t noise, Alessi. You’re not noise.” I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she saw the truth in my eyes. “You’re the only thing that’s ever been real.”