Let's Pretend We Don't Exist Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You asked what I need. That is what I need. For you to pretend I am not here." "I can give you space," Ryan said carefully. "But I cannot pretend you do not exist. We live in the same house. We share parents. We are going to see each other." "Then look through me," I said. "Do not acknowledge me. Do not speak to me. Just pretend I am furniture." "That is not realistic," Ryan said. "Why not?" I demanded. "It is what I have been trying to do for weeks. It should not be that hard for you."

Isla laughing with Bear. “Not stupid,” I said. “It’s grief. It doesn’t check a schedule. It shows up at 9:17 AM on a Tuesday.” Chloe breathed. Shaky. “So what’s the move,” Chloe said. Alex thought. CREW hat pulled low. “Move is: no 2:47 PM today,” Alex said. “Move is: we do 9:25 AM instead. Right now. All of us. Eyes closed. 11 seconds. For right now. Not for March 14th. Not for December 31st. For right now.”

he sa⁠id,⁠ his voi‌ce cold and final. "How‍ can you say it‍ doesn't matter? T‍ha‌t p‌erson was talking a⁠bout a r‍ebirth p‍rotocol⁠. They were talki‌ng ab‌out me be‍fore I even existed in t‌his li‌fe.⁠ You can‌'t jus⁠t ignore it."

DON'T TRUST ANYONE. 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!!!

" 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯� ��𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 "

I last fifteen minutes. One new message. From Aiden. “Update me and Send me spreadsheet full of sponsorship figures. Thanks.” Just that. Efficient. Emotionless. i stare at the words longer than i should thumb hovering over the keyboard. My mind floods with things I’ll never send—You don’t have to thank me.you dont have to sound like im just your employee. you dont have to pretend that night didnt happen. Instead, I type: “Will do.” And hit send.

From inside his room, he heard voices outside. Dhava looked at the message once again, 'Don't move, otherwise, your life will be lost'. The contents of the message made Dhava frown again, it is impossible for someone to be this fun with him. After all, during this time, he also often gets the wrong message sent. I don't know where they got the number from. In fact, Dhava's number is a limited edition which he ordered himself. Sometimes the messages that Dhava receives are total purchases, promotions, gifts from shop shops, and others. In fact, Dhava never visited the online store at all. The funny thing is, there are also those who claim that the figure is pregnant with their child. Dhava oc

Forget me. Imagine you've never met me. Put me in the drawer of your memories—both the good and the bad. It doesn't matter the slightest. Ignore the existence of our story. You won't find anything extraordinary there anyway. See me as if I were a speck of dust. It's not very bad but what is it for? It ruins the landscape.

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

The hardest part about pretending is when you’re not sure what’s real anymore. That’s where I’m at. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, staring at the text I just sent Alex: “Hey. Can we talk later?” My thumb hovers over the screen like maybe I can snatch the words back, shove them into a box, and pretend they never existed. But no. It’s out there now.