Novel & Cerita Sans Disbelief

[CEDRIC HALE POV] Inside the quiet dimly lit study room, Cedric stood silently in front of the large glass window, looking blankly at the heavy rain pouring heavily outside. He held a glass of expensive whiskey tightly inside his hand, drinking it down roughly one sip after another, yet he couldn't seem to stop the rising feeling of restlessness, guilt, and unexplainable irritation burning strongly inside his chest and heart.

A man was before the counter, signing a credit card ticket. He was a couple of years older than Silvia, and as they came down the creaky stairs, she couldn’t find any physical resemblance to Jay in him. His eyes were dark as coal under his peculiar eyebrows, naturally straight and coming down in a perpetual frown, from where the prominent nose sprouted to shadow his face down to his pointy chin. He looked serious and distant, even cold. His tone was curt as he thanked the owner.

“Goddess! You're so annoying!” “And you're too naïve, Asena.” He gave me a thin-lipped smile. “But I get it. You want to believe in others' goodness, and I cannot blame you for it. Perhaps you need more time to understand the truth.” I bit my lip, forcing my mouth shut. I felt like this conversation was pointless. Nothing I could have said was going to change his mind. Heaving a heavy sigh, I concentrated on packing my things and preparing to depart. Now I could only pray that our journey to Dolorem Valley would be uneventful…

Nothing. *******

Not applause. But belief.

My expression must be horrifying because she tips her head back, laughing like a banshee. “Your plans won’t work,” I say, staring at her. “There’s no body. He won’t be convicted of my case when there’s nothing to identify.” They have to be sick to think this will hold up. “Oh yes, the body…” she hums, tilting her head. “You’re right, dear sister. For now, there’s no body. But don’t worry. We’re not going to kill you. Dry those tears.” I wasn’t crying…

Daniel I rise abruptly, my hands trembling as I try to regain control. The atmosphere in Aurélie’s apartment is heavy, almost unreal. She has placed her words like stones in a calm stream, disrupting everything I thought I knew. Doubt grows within me, instilling an uncertainty I haven’t felt in a long time. But deep down, I know that it’s not just the truth I’m trying to uncover. No, I’m also on a far more personal, more intimate quest.

Her words hit him like a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. But hope was dangerousIt made his chest feel too tight. “What if he never remembers? Adrien whispered, almost ashamed to voice it. “What if this is it flashes and fragments, but never the whole? Do I keep waiting for something that won’t come back?

It is weakening the one who claimed the crown. “You,” the other bearer hisses inside my mind. “You are not meant to defy.” “I was never meant to kneel,” I reply. The man senses something wrong. “What is happening?” he demands. The woman’s face pales slightly. “The presence feels… thinner.” Fear shifts into doubt. Doubt fractures belief. “You promised certainty,” someone calls out. The man spins toward them. “Hold faith!” Faith. The word feels different now. Not heavy. Fragile.