Novel & Cerita Light: A Gone Novel

“You know what, you are so focus with one thing that you tend to lock yourself out from everything.” “I do not.” Gabriel started walking away, so I stood immediately and followed him with Edith, who still chose my company. “What are you doing here with Gabriel?” She answered me with her signs, keeping him company. I tapped her head telling her that she was doing good. We walked pass shelves after shelves, until we arrived at the far end corner of the library. There was no window for natural lighting in this area, so Gabriel had to lit a candlelight lamp. Five lamps were enough to set the whole corner alight, and I saw now where the other books were.

I’ll feel nothing. Violet glances at me one last time, then turns away. The men follow her out. The door slams. And I’m left in darkness again and somehow, I don’t mind it anymore. The insects crawl over my skin, some slithering between my thighs, others climbing my neck, lingering at my mouth. I stay still. Silent. Like a corpse. And maybe I already am one. Because the only light I ever had in this life , Kill , is gone.

"That old hag? She's just some grunt worker. No clue how to treat a man. No taste, dresses like a farmhand, and looks rough." I crouched in the corner, recording every word. Mona kept going. "She actually wanted to stick some ugly industrial metal lights in here. Who does that? Chunks of iron on the wall?" She pointed at the chandelier now hanging in the center of the room, smug as ever. "Good thing I swapped it for this beauty. Who knows how she would've trashed the place. Oh—and this chandelier? A hundred grand." I couldn't help but laugh.

He focused on the memory of the sunlight hitting the ridge at dawn. "Let it go," Lucien whispered into the white light. "Let it all go." With a sound like a thousand glass panes shattering at once, the light collapsed. The room plunged into absolute, crushing darkness. Arthur’s voice broke the silence, jagged and breathless. "Did... did we win?" A long, heavy breath hitched in the darkness. Then, a soft, natural glow—not the ultraviolet of the grid, but the warmth of a dim emergency light—flickered to life.

I wandered the streets like a lost soul, walking until darkness fell before finally heading home. The house was empty; my husband, Brian Stanton, hadn't returned. As I was changing out of my shoes, I found myself walking toward his study, drawn by some strange impulse. He usually never allowed me inside, and true to my word, I hadn't set foot in there for five years. But this time, the door was unlocked. I pushed it open. The desk was spotless, with only an old cell phone sitting on it. I plugged it into a charging cable and powered it on, finding the chat history of only one person.

“Gone, all gone.” Atlas doesn’t interfere as I search through the remains of the rubble by the radiant glow of the streetlamp from across the street. It might be after 8pm, but it is never truly dark in LA, more of a perpetual twilight. The neon signs from a nearby billboard casts the ashes and soot covered beams in an eerie, ghostly green. It doesn’t seem quite real. Just a few hours ago everything was normal, the way it had been for months. Even when I had disappeared, taken to that blasted island, everything remained where I had last placed it.

From now on, I'll truly make it up to both of you. I shook my head a little. Mom, there is no 'from now on.' Caleb is already dead. But even if I were still alive, she probably would not really make anything up to me. She did not like Caleb. I understood that the moment the truck crushed me and I desperately reached toward the direction she had driven away, while she never once looked back. In her heart, Caleb mattered less than Adrian's dog. Maybe it was because I had become a ghost, but I suddenly felt so cold that I shivered.

The sun had already set by the time I finished work. Jaime always called this place a remote village. Every minute here felt like torture to her. I thought she would not be able to stand it and would leave. To my surprise, she waited outside my office door. When she saw me, she stood up at once and hurried to my side. “Joseph, you still haven’t told me what happened. Did your mother really die?” I stopped walking and looked at her. A cold laugh escaped me. “My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?”

It was such an irony that the one who indirectly caused my parents' deaths was now celebrating their love story. I saw a message from Bobby. He'd sent a private text: [Bella, Audrey and I have arrived in Cranburn. It's just as beautiful as the books say. It's a shame you didn't come.] But I was never part of his life to begin with. So what was there to regret? The next couple of weeks were marked by fierce fighting. Wounded people were everywhere. Several of my coworkers were bedridden with the spreading epidemic.

Before I could even react, he pulled the dagger out of his own body and stabbed Cassandra in return. Blood spilled from Cassandra's mouth as she collapsed into the pool of blood with Morgan. In her final moments, Cassandra fumbled in her pocket, pulled out a lighter, flicked it on, and tossed it aside. A wild, unhinged smile spread across her face. "Let us die together." This was a flour mill. Any open flame could trigger an explosion at any moment. James recognized the danger at once. He limped over to untie me and dragged me toward the exit.