Lifelike Netflix の小説・ストーリー

The next few days is as boring as it had been since the past two weeks; go to work, spend time with the kids, and when they are asleep, I'm all alone on the couch watching Netfl!x. Normally I'd shoot Luca a text if there is anything interesting about the show I'm watching, or if I'm too excited about it I'd just call him rightaway. But now, it feels like I've been robbed the joy of watching Netfl!x just because I no longer have someone to share those things with.

Violet, mistaking my silence for agreement, said cheerfully, "Oh, that's right! Today is your birthday." With that, she casually removed one of her earrings and tossed it at me. "Here, this is your present." Seeing that, Sebastian immediately chimed in, "Vivi, do you think Nate will actually like it? He won't blame me for taking away his original gift, will he?"

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.

Watching her. She wears the navy blazer today. Good. That one is my favorite. I swivel my chair toward the wall of screens behind me. Twelve high-resolution monitors glow softly in the dark. On them, Lena lives a hundred lives. One feed shows her kitchen, another her living room, and another her hallway—my favorite, her bedroom—angled just right through a camera hidden in the smoke detector. She’s brushing her hair now. Long, slow strokes. Like a lullaby for the soul.