My Chemical Romance This Is How I Disappear Novels & Stories

She would never just leave us like this," he muttered. Panicked, he stumbled upstairs toward the bedroom. But the moment he stepped inside, the last shred of hope crumbled. The room was empty. Every trace of me was gone. My clothes, my belongings, my scent. Even the photo that used to hang on the wall—our wedding portrait, taken because I couldn't have a proper ceremony while pregnant—was missing. All that remained was a bare, blank wall. But it wasn't as empty as the hollow, suffocating ache now clawing at his chest.

" Even at a moment like this, he was still looking out for Cassandra. I let out a low, cynical chuckle. "I'm not weaponizing anything. Your relationship with Cassandra is none of my business. From now on, your matters have absolutely nothing to do with me!" With that, I hung up on him. The instant my phone screen dimmed, a sudden, sharp ache gripped my chest, and a dense, suffocating bitterness spread through me. It left a lump in my throat and weighed heavily on my heart. When all was said and done, I was all on my own, unwanted by my family and unloved by my mate. This mate bond and the family ties that I had painstakingly maintained were nothing more than a fragile bubble, bursting at the

said a gloomy voice out of nowhere making Iliana jump a foot in the air . And then to her horror something smoky pearly white came out of the unconscious Chelsea , whatever it was it looked like light made liquid or like wind made solid . The pearly white smoke swirled around the hanging Chelsea and slowly drifted down before it materialized . It was Chelsea or her smoky counterpart Because it just looked like her , dreadful, hurt and bleeding minus a solid body . " Heh, its funny to see Myself standing in front of me but looks like you have been skimping on the mystic toner , I can see pores opening on my face " commented the smoky Chelsea .

I blinked and the kitchen vanished. I stood in the small dorm room where it all began. The lights were dim and everything felt too close. The first thing that hit me was the smell. Sharp. Chemical. A sting that made my throat ache even though I wasn’t breathing the air with my real body. Moonshine. Not the cheap kind. The stuff that burned all the way through.

I was taken aback by your confidence. "I love you, Mia, but I have to do this for you.” Reluctantly, I channelled my power, erasing our memories from your mind, leaving behind only a faint echo of the love we had shared. As you blinked, I swiftly ran out of the window. From the window, I looked at you as you stood there, puzzled for a few seconds. Then you shook your head and went to the washroom. "Some people can only stay in your heart but not in your life. It's true.” As I murmured to myself, a solitary tear involuntarily rolled down my cheek. It was the most difficult farewell for me.

That way, I'll know that I misjudged you and your intentions. She rose to her feet to leave but Vicky suddenly held her hand. "Cara Smith," she said, looking up at her with cool eyes. "You're right, I am a crazy bitch, but my life is falling apart right now and I can't take this much pain. "I don't know how to process what I'm going through right now but Romeo, he... He's the only one who's filled with so much magic. He heals me with just a single touch, you can't really expect me to give that away, can you?"

But It was too late. CRASH. The sound of dozens of glass beakers and jars smashing on the floor was really loud. A huge explosion of liquids hissed loudly as they hit the ground together. The heavy jars of acid mixed into a smoking bubbling puddle of chemicals in front of the lower lockers. The liquids started eating at the metal. They filled the air with a choking white smoke that made my eyes burn instantly as the chemical fire ruined Julian's hiding spot. I fell backward onto my hands then stared at the destruction in complete horror. The strong burning smell of the ruined chemicals filled my lungs made me cough violently.

I pull the thread of the bond inside my chest and rip it backward. The room vanishes.

Lethal even in a thoroughly corporate way. Before I left the restroom, I reached into my designer leather tote bag and pulled out a small amber glass atomizer. It was a custom-blended, silver-infused chemical perfume I bought from a rogue alchemist on the dark web for an exorbitant price. It smelled faintly of sharp lavender and synthetic metal. One spray on my wrists, one on my throat. The silver compounds in the liquid instantly bonded with my skin, creating a chemical block that completely suppressed my supernatural pheromones. To any passing shifter, I wouldn't even smell like an omega, I would smell like cold dead plastic and office paper.

Cecily rubbed her palm across Sparkles' back to soothe her down, and it appeared to work. “Okay, all of you. Take a step back, you don't want to breath this unless you want all your secrets revealed,” she stated as she mixed chemicals in a vial containing the blue potion and another carrying a transparent liquid. She ran over to the man, shielding her nose with the end of her robe as the two liquids began to combine, causing a strong reaction and a cloud of blue sparkling smoke to emerge from the vial. The man tried his hardest, but he couldn't hold his breath forever, so he breathed the smoke and began shaking violently.