Novel & Cerita Light: A Gone Novel

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—

Even the most minimal exposure to the light would be lethal. Lolita dropped beneath the surface of the earth and then appeared again as Annie. The streams of their lives merged, continuing on together, only to dip into the darkness again. I thought I’d come into the light once and for all. But perhaps it’s true that I don’t even know the difference between light and dark anymore. Perhaps I am perfectly adapted to my life as it is. I drive around for a while, my heart thrumming, my throat dry and painful. My lungs have not recovered from the smoke inhalation, and I’m having trouble getting a full breath of air.

Through the haze of light, I saw him stumbling backward, arm raised to shield his face, features contorted in terror. The light pushed against him like a physical force, sending him sprawling against the opposite wall. Picture frames crashed to the floor. The overhead light fixture exploded in a shower of glass and sparks. I couldn't stop it. The light surged from me in waves, each pulse draining something vital from my core. My knees buckled. The hallway tilted. Darkness rushed in from the edges of my vision, and I welcomed it, desperate for the light to stop. --- I woke on my apartment floor, surrounded by shattered glass and the acrid smell of burned carpet. My limbs felt leaden, my mouth

A shockwave of violet and crimson light threw them all backward. ​The Emotional Partition: The Guilt of the Protagonist ​Nora scrambled to her feet, her midnight velvet dress now tattered, the hem turning into a string of "Lorem Ipsum" text. She looked at the army of the Forgotten. She saw a man in a waiter’s uniform whose face was a blank slate—the man Julian had fired in Chapter 4 just to show his power. She saw a woman in a lab coat—the doctor from the Asylum who had been "Deleted" when the genre shifted to Sci-Fi.

“Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!” I avoided his touch, my eyes showing nothing but distaste. His wrists were covered in cuts, some fresh, some healed, like ugly worms crawling over his skin. He said, “Every day you were gone, I thought of you, and I’d cut myself. The pain was the only thing that could keep me awake. The only way I could atone! “Jane, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll never let you down again!”

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.

"Since you've made plans, go see him first. I'll come find you later. It'll be late enough that your parents won't notice." Rowena froze for a moment, then looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you being so considerate today? You'd typically get angry the moment Preston is mentioned. "What? Do you think now that we're getting married, he's no longer a threat?" she asked. I smiled bitterly at her words. Before I could respond, Rowena turned and walked out. I left as well, wandering around the streets for a long time. It was not until nearly seven in the evening that I finally headed back to the Atkinson residence.

Fat raindrops slammed against the glass, and the sky turned a bruised, ink-black. The library was dim, the air heavy with the scent of old paper and humidity. She kept her head down, organizing the returns, desperate to finish so she could run back to the dorms. Suddenly, the lights flickered and died. Darkness swallowed the room. The power was out. The only light came from the faint, eerie green glow of the emergency exit sign. A jagged bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the room in a flash of ghostly white, followed immediately by a roar of thunder.

Today was the day Tabitha and Koben would tie the knot at the city hall. Despite knowing it was nothing more than a marriage of convenience, Tabitha was too nervous to sleep. Tabitha got up early and washed up. After picking a respectable outfit, she drove to pick Koben up. Staring at the dark circles under her eyes, Koben chuckled for quite a while. When he lifted his chin, Tabitha caught sight of his eye bags too. Thanks to the shared dark shadows under their eyes, the mood lightened considerably during the drive to city hall.

Maybe I was loved by som⁠eone long before⁠ Lucien Blac‌k‌w‍ood ever stepped into my lif‌e. Suddenly, the re⁠d light on‍ the sec⁠urity camera in the corne‌r went dark. The overhead lights f‌ollowed.‌ O‌ne by one, they popped and died.⁠ The librar‍y was p‍lunged into a heavy, suffocating darkness. The hum of‌ the signal dampener⁠s stopped. The silence was so thick I could hear my own heart h‌ammerin‌g ag‍ainst my rib‌s.