My Life In The Ruins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

MAYA The house was too quiet. It had been six months since the metal of the car crumpled like paper. Six months since the world I built out of lies fell apart in a spray of shattered glass and screaming tires. I was the one who survived. I was the one who woke up from the coma. But sometimes, when I look at the empty space in our bed or the way Liam looks at his phone, I think the wrong person died that night.

Because I had believed, foolishly, that Reed would come back and everything would be the way it was supposed to be. But now, Reed was still gone. Asher was gone. And I was here, standing in the ruins of a life I had built with my own mistakes. A shaky breath escaped me, and before I could stop it, a sob tore from my throat. I pressed my hand against my mouth, as if I could shove it back inside, as if I could keep it from spilling over, but it was useless. The dam had broken. Tears streamed down my face, hot and angry and unrelenting.

There was no turning back now. *** Liam opened his eyes, blinking against the sting of the morning light pouring through the window into the sitting room. He sat up on the floor, the empty wine bottle clinking beside him. He had passed out right there after drowning himself in alcohol again. He stared at the floor with no expression. His lips were dry, his eyes red, whether from wine or from the tears he’d cried, he didn’t know. He felt as if life had thrown him into a ditch, and after evening’s conversation with Mabel, it felt like he had been buried in it.

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

And why did every part of me still ache for the way his mouth had moved over mine in the vault? We reached the top. Julian pressed his shoulder into a rusted door, forcing it open with a screech of protest. Cold night air rushed over us like a slap. We were in the ruins. Concrete and metal bones of a world that used to be something more, before the Dominion turned cities into experiments and the sky into a surveillance dome. Julian motioned for silence, crouching low behind the remnants of a collapsed transport hub. The distant whine of engines sliced through the silence.

"Even if I were close to death, I wouldn't need you to save me." The door slammed shut, and the last sliver of light vanished. Someone had set the air conditioning to an icy chill. I felt as if frost was forming on my skin. My hands were slowly going numb, and with that numbness, a cold realization settled in my chest. As a doctor, I knew without doubt that my hands were ruined. As for Galen's life, there was no one left in the world who could save him. Just as the cold and hunger threatened to crush me, the basement door burst open.

She struggled to crawl as tears welled up in her eyes. "I never thought to end up in this situation crawling in the mud." Sh exclaimed to herself as she crawled closer to her wheelchair. "My God whatever my sin has been, forgive me, I never dreamed of crawling in the mud, but if it was for my daughter I would." she said and she cried non -stop because of her Situation. When she got to her wheelchair, she also had a hard time fixing it because it was upside down and were very dirty. She poured her energy into fixing it but she didn’t fix it.

There was nothing left, nothing left of that life that she had begun to build and that only remained in plans. From her beautiful eyes, tears came out the moment she understood who she was. The pain in the sole of her foot and a little higher up, made her stop almost as soon as she wanted to get up from the floor. She didn't know what hurt more, whether the cuts on her feet or the way that child who was no longer a child had treated her. Like another object, like that glass box, like the broken glass that flooded the floor, she was her. No more than a woman with a broken life.

I had spoken my wish aloud, my voice steady despite the storm raging in my heart. Now, standing in the dream, I felt the weight of that moment pressing down on me. The ruins seemed alive, their stones whispering secrets I wasn’t ready to hear. --- I approached the center of the ruins, the spot where the moonlight pooled like liquid silver. My heart pounded in my chest, the urgency growing with each step. "What am I searching for?" I murmured, my voice trembling. The air grew colder, the whispers of the ruins rising to a crescendo. And then, amidst the chaos, a single word cut through the noise.

“And trust me… once you leave this company, no one will dare hire you again.” I swallowed hard. He was right. He was rich and powerful. I was just Ruby Carter with barely twenty dollars in my account. I couldn’t afford to lose this job. “…I’ll do it,” I said, my voice nervous. He released me immediately and walked back to his chair like nothing had happened. My body felt strangely sensitive, and I hated that it was already reacting to him. He picked up another folder and spoke without looking at me. “Prepare yourself, Ruby. We leave for Italy tomorrow.”