روايات وقصص ضمن Now Look At You Now Look At Me

Zayne pulled out his phone with his hands shaking. He called me again and again, but all he heard was the cold, busy dial tone. "Wendy… Pick up! Pick up!" He shouted into the phone, his voice full of desperation. Jane stood by the door, looking worried. "Zayne, what's wrong? Wendy, she…" Before she could finish, Zayne cut her off. "Jane, please go. I need to be alone right now." Jane paused, then nodded and left the room. Zayne stared at the album, emotions boiling inside him. He couldn't believe I had really left him. He couldn't believe how much it hurt.

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Today, I think I do. I straighten my spine, tighten my core, and take a long, steadying breath. Hold it… exhale… okay, focus. You’ve got this. My gaze drops first to his shoes well-worn white sneakers. Fine. Relaxed. No problem. Up the legs, athletic shorts again gray yesterday, navy today. Also fine. All fine. Control. Breathe. And then thighs. Yeah, his thighs. Okay, pause, heart rate spike, okay, okay… focus. Keep moving. Chest. Okay. Neck. No. Do not look at the neck. Do not look at the Adam’s apple.

She closed her eyes and opened, feeling extremely embarrassed. "Look at me," he ordered. She furrowed her brows. "Look. At. Me." Oh God.

“Let them see me.” ---

The second his little hand brushed Bill's face, Luca yelped and jumped back. "Luca? Luca, is that you?" Bill's voice cracked as he scrambled to his feet, searching wildly. He looked straight at Luca, who dashed back into my arms. At first, he giggled nervously, but his laugh quickly dissolved into sobs. "Rhea, Luca—have you come back?" My stomach dropped. He could see us. I gripped Luca's hand tightly and glared at him. "Yes, we're here—to watch how you die.

Not now. Never.

And I stepped in… And there he was, right in front of me, dressed elegantly. His hair was slightly messy, but he looked incredible. Totally him. Suddenly, I felt eyes on me and soft murmurs around the room. I thought I might freeze, so embarrassed by the attention. Then he turned toward me, and strangely, he froze too. His eyes locked on mine, intense. I almost felt like he could see right through my clothes, like his gaze was sending a message I fully understood.

Expected. Instead, I look at her. Really look.