Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

A question. “Is it true?”

“I am happy to hear that Vlad and yes, you are techincally our first SVIP on this island even before today. I will make time and answer your questions as soon as I can okay?” We went out of the honeymoon suite and started climbing the spiral staircase. When we got out of the camouflaged room. A question just came to my mind. “Hey Noah!” “What’s up?” “Since I gave you my trust that all is well. I just need you to answer one question before you go up. Is that okay?” “Sure!” “How long have you exactly known me?” He hesitated at first and let out a small sigh. “Okay, just to somehow make you feel better and trust me more.”

He questions. "Shit!..."

No, that couldn’t be. Matteo leaned forward and asked the burning question in his heart. “You’re hesitating, why?”

Emma felt it immediately. The question was different from everything that had come before. The system had questioned identity. It had questioned certainty. It had questioned meaning. But every one of those questions had assumed continuation. Assumed there would always be another cycle. Another process. Another interpretation. This question reached deeper. It questioned the assumption beneath all assumptions. The Observer remained silent. The Interferer remained silent. Even the presence that had appeared beyond the system offered no answer. Because perhaps this was not a question that could be answered.

He asked and I left the question hanging. Flashback end And I guess the question has been answered itself.

This is the minute he decided to ask himself that question and he discovers that the question is really deep. Then he looks up to me after thinking for a while but got no answer to give. "So that question should be redirected to you, why does it use go be so?" He asked and that is a question I need to give a real explanation.

Like a piece was missing. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Of course. I opened the message. A single line. YOU’RE STARTING TO SEE IT. My chest tightened. Another line followed. BUT YOU’RE STILL NOT ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTION. I swallowed. Because that again. That phrase. The same one from before. Ask the right questions. My fingers hovered over the screen. Then I typed. What question? The reply came instantly. WHO BENEFITS MOST IF YOU AND DAMIAN DESTROY EACH OTHER?

Creeped out, I raised both of my arms up in defeat and asked him awkwardly, "Whyyy are you asking me these questions? He crossed his arms in front of hist chest. "Why should I not be asking you these questions?" I squinted my eyes. "Why are you answering my questions with more questions?" He shrugged. "Why should I not be answering you a question to your questions?" I blinked. "I am honestly kind of confused right now." He continued. "Why are you kind of confused?" "Because why is green not the opposite of pink?" I asked with a nod before putting my own paintbrush down and grab my phone. "Let's ask G****e!"

He raised a question instead of answering my question. —