Novel & Cerita Nobody Walks

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

LENA The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet streets as we walked side by side. It was early in the morning, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the neighborhood. The streets were still empty, save for the occasional jogger or early riser making their way to start the day. The air felt crisp, fresh—full of possibility.

Let’s switch places again. I walked without sound to somewhere near my room. I looked around my surroundings. No one was there. It was still three a.m. So naturally, everyone was still asleep. I let out a small sigh, waiting for Nate to leave my room. Then he walked out of the door. His face was gloomy. There were black shadows below his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" "Go for a walk. Watch something. Talk about something that isn't Hopkins or European expansion." We went for a walk around the neighborhood. October in New York was cool but not cold yet. We walked for thirty minutes without talking about work. "This is different," I said. "What is?" "Walking just to walk. Not to get somewhere or accomplish something." "We should do it more often." "Probably." We went back to the apartment at eleven. I was tired but opened my laptop anyway.

Susan is humming to herself as she walks on the road, heading home. She crosses the road and walks by a narrow alley. Her apartment building is only a few blocks away and even though she lives in an upscale neighborhood, the area is quite desolate. The parking lot is nearly empty and the roads are quiet too.

Eva asked with pleading eyes. “its totally fine; you can come over. I should get going if I want to get her house ready” Jayne said waving her good bye Eva sighed feeling a bit of loneliness has she walked back home. “why do you enjoy walking around?” Zeiran asked her “stop sneaking up on me and it helps me think” Eva replied, Zeiran appeared in front of her “I’ve been with you all day.”Zeiran pointed out.

Neither of us speak as we walk toward the car. Louis Whitmore is unraveling, and part of me wonders what kind of man I am becoming in the spaces left behind.

“…no one will.” ***

I pull his heavy robe over my shoulders, wrapping it tightly around myself as if his scent can shield me from the tremors in my hands. I walk downstairs. The mansion is as quiet as a graveyard. My bare feet make no sound against the floor as I head deeper into the ground floor. I don't know where I’m heading. I just walk aimlessly. “Where is everyone?” I wonder out loud, and by everyone I mean Zayn, Ava, Dave, and Martha.

I suggested. Lucas stopped walking, then slowly turned to me. “No.” I blinked. “What?” “We are not shifting.” “Why not?” “Because someone could see us.” I looked around. “Who?” He gestured vaguely. “Anyone.” I huffed a laugh. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.” “Still no.” I groaned. “Lucas—” “We’re walking.” I stared at him. “You’re joking.” He started moving again. “Consider it punishment.” “For what?”