Into The Light Again 소설 & 이야기

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

The hunger gnawed deeper. Was she gone? Had she left me, too? I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath coming out in shallow puffs. Don’t hope, Adrian. Don’t wish. You should know better by now. But then— A sound. Tiny, hurried footsteps. And a voice, urgent and determined. “I brought someone!” And just like that— Light flooded in. The light burned my eyes as the door swung open. After so long in the dark, it felt almost unreal. My vision blurred, adjusting to the brightness, but then—

Still, there was no hiding it from her. “It’s Licht,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “We started chatting again.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Licht? As in the same Licht who ditched you? You’re talking to him again?” I nodded, bracing myself for the inevitable lecture. “Cassie,” she began, her tone skeptical. “You were so upset about what happened. And now you’re… what, letting him back in just like that?” “It’s not like that,” I said quickly. “He apologized. He explained everything. He was… sweet. And I…” I trailed off, unable to meet her gaze. “I know I’m being stupid, but I can’t help it. Talking to him just… feels good.”

LUNA'S POV He wanted to know if I wanted more. Did I want more? Of course, I wanted more! I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. The orgasm I felt was like no other. This wasn't my first time having orgasms but nothing prepared me for the one that assaulted my nerves. My body was still tingling but I wanted to continue. I doubt I would see Asher after this night which was a good thing because I didn't want to be caught up with a man like h-

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

But this t ime for each other. For the life we’d steal back. One step at a time. Into the dark. Toward the light.

The officer opens his mouth— Then stops. Because a narrow beam of soft blue light descends from the structure. Landing directly in front of us. The crowd gasps. Phones lift again. Recording everything. My phone vibrates one last time. STEP INTO THE LIGHT, AIDAN. Ezra grabs my arm immediately. “No.” I meet his eyes. “It’s the only way this conversation happens.” Matteo scratches his head. “I hate everything about this.” The beam of light doesn’t move. It just waits.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

But the light Flickered. And went out.

Claire woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and, for a confused moment, didn't remember where she was. The silk sheets, the soft mattress, the faint scent of expensive lavender - none of it belonged to her cramped apartment. Then it all came rushing back: the gala, the dancing, Caroline's cold assessment, Vanessa's unexpected kindness. And the way Damian had looked at her when they danced, like she was the only person in the room. Her phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. She grabbed it, squinting at the screen through sleep-blurred eyes.