Nothing Left For Us 소설 & 이야기

Please don't leave me. I said nothing. "Is it… only when I die that you'll spare me a second look?" Tears welled up in my eyes, and I closed them. No matter what he said, it was useless, as everything would be over soon.

“You’re late.” “You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Kennedy said, throwing him a glance. “We were supposed to do this together.” “I got impatient.” Maya stared at them both. “Wait—what is this?” “An intervention,” Kennedy said, tossing the bag onto the table. “We’re not letting you ghost the world because of some mean girls and a bad photo.” “I didn’t ask for your help,” Maya snapped. Kennedy’s eyes softened. “I know. But I’d want someone to show up for me if it happened.”

When I saw Caleb's face turn even paler, I knew that I'd hit the mark. "So please leave. I don't love you anymore, Mr. Smith." With that, I turned and walked away. I didn't see the tears that finally broke free from his eyes, nor the way his fists clenched in agony at those final two words: "Mr. Smith". Caleb's assistant drove up. "Mr. Smith, shall we keep waiting for Ms. Jewel?" Caleb turned away. "No. Let's go home." That was the last time I ever saw Caleb or Vivian. I only heard about them later through the grapevine.

“Let them watch.” He shook his head like I was a lost cause—fair—and then he turned, boots echoing sharply as he walked away, vanishing into the metal gloom. I stepped into my bunk and leaned my back against it, eyes shut, breathing harder than someone who technically didn’t breathe. Leah was alive. Ezren was here. And the game was a lie. All of it. No second chances, redemption. Or return to life. Just bullshits. But there’s a way out...

Who would end everything. What could we do in two days? What could we show? What could we prove that we had not already shown? Already proved? Already demonstrated? Kade found me standing at the border. Staring into darkness. Struggling with despair. "We are going to fail," I said. "We convinced one. But nine remain. And nine is enough to recommend erasure. Enough to bring thousands. Enough to end everything. We tried. We demonstrated. We showed them everything. And it was not enough. We are not enough. Love is not enough. Connection is not enough. Existence is not enough. Nothing wins. Something loses. Everything ends."

Nothing came out. I stood up. Stepped close enough that our chests almost touched. “I don’t know what the fuck comes next,” I said. His voice was quiet. “Neither do I.” We just stood there. The night air still drifting in. Distant traffic. The faint sound of another camera somewhere out in the dark. No soft landing. No promises. No plan. Just the two of us and the entire world watching and the fact that neither of us was walking away. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

Can you come watch my show? A glaring single tick appeared next to the message. He had been blocked. He tried again with a new number. Still nothing. The panic finally shattered the forced calm and arrogance he had been holding onto. Clive shoved past everyone and ran out. The night wind was icy. He drove straight back to the small place they had rented together. Everything that belonged to Julia was gone, cleaned out so completely that it was as if she had never existed. He rushed to every place near campus she might've gone.

"How dare you cross Mr. Wright, you ungrateful rascal? Apologize to him this instant!" Jesse had lost all his swagger, but he still couldn't bring himself to apologize to me. He clenched his jaw so tightly his teeth nearly shattered, yet he refused to utter a single word. Livid, James rained blows and curses down on Jesse. But no matter how hard they played the victim or begged for mercy, after hearing about what I had been through recently, Mom and Dad refused to give them another chance. Not only did they kick them out, but they also exposed their identity theft to the public. From that day on, no one would ever dare to hire them again.

And now, with nothing left hidden, nothing left unsaid, we were free to face whatever came next—with open hearts and clear eyes. To be continue

"The 'White Man'... he said we were a mistake. Are we?" "We are the Beautiful Mistake, Hope," I said, walking toward them and kneeling in the snow. I took her hands in mine, ignoring the static that bit at my palms. "The West wants a world where nothing ever breaks. But if nothing breaks, nothing ever grows. We are the 'Too Much' energy that keeps the world from turning into a stone."