Novel & Cerita Ignore Me

If he doesn't turn to me I'm going to pass out. Why is he fücking ignoring me?!

[Jensen] I’m not sure what’s going on with you, but please call me when you get this. [Katie] You better have a damn good reason for ignoring me like this. You know what? I’m on my way over. One by one, I read all their messages and replied with one of my own. After what you told me, I needed some time to think things over. I’m sorry for ignoring your calls and texts. I’ll call you later, okay? [Sierra]

His jaw remained tight, shoulders squared—a tension he couldn't quite conceal. "Remember the extraction signals," he instructed, his voice low as we walked through the final briefing. "Three specific phrases that will trigger immediate response if you're in danger." "'The moonlight feels different here,'" I recited. "'My mother would love these flowers,' and 'Perhaps we should revisit the old traditions.'" Kane nodded approvingly. "Use any of those, and my team moves in immediately. No questions, no hesitation."

Maybe I'd just have to do it myself. Maybe I can try shifting. 'About damn time.' Nyah growls in my head, causing me to roll my eyes at that. The voice in my head makes me jump. “Nyah?” I call out loud. 'Who else, genius? You’ve been ignoring me long enough.' "Ignoring you?"I blink. “I haven’t been ignoring you! I’ve been... procrastinating.” 'That’s literally ignoring.' “Semantics,” I shoot back, crossing my arms. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

"Never mind." *

Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief, "You can just ignore him." "D*mn! Are you really my best friend? I've told you about him. I want to ignore him. But is it useful? Besides, I'm not that kind of person. I'll repeat it again. I'm not the kind of person who goes back on his words, okay?"

Only then do I realize how much of a scene I am about to cause. “You’re better off without him,” he says gently, pulling me into a hug. “It’s okay. I’m fine,” I sniff, even though the lie burns my throat. “No, you’re not.” He holds me tighter. I am a second away from breaking down completely when my phone buzzes in my trembling hand. I wipe my wet eyes and look at the screen. Marsai, Agent: If you don’t arrive at the estate within thirty minutes, you lose your slot.

When I got home from work, I suddenly received a video push alert on my phone. The title was written in an eye-catching font. [I earn only $3,000 a month, but my boss forced me to participate in a team-building activity that costs an average of $30,000 per person. Will you want this good fortune?] The thumbnail featured Cynthia's face, which was filled with unwillingness. My heart sank sharply as I clicked on the video. The opening was a promotional video of a six-star hotel in the Madiles, but it was edited with a depressing black-and-white filter and accompanied by sad music.

Today I do something different. I’ve been ignoring the signs for two full weeks. Not on purpose, or maybe it was on purpose. There is this specific way of ignoring something where you know exactly what you’re doing. You’ve made a quiet, private decision to keep shoving it aside until the moment comes when you can’t anymore. That’s exactly where I’ve been living for two weeks.

She shakes her head, “It’s nothing, ignore me.”