Slowly Fading の小説・ストーリー

After a long period of deliberation, William's angry expression darkened. Slowly, he got off the plane, his eyes closing as the plane took off. In the end, he lost. There was no going back now.

Martin heard every word, and his hands were left hanging in the air, still holding Stacy's gaze but finally feeling the bone-cutting chill in her gaze. And in under five minutes, all the drones started crashing into the sea, one after the other. "Hey, what's going on? Why are the drones falling out of the sky?" They were quite far from the beach, but Martin still seemed to hear the splashes as the drones fell into the sea. It was as if everything came crashing down on his heart, leaving him breathless. That was when he felt a lightness in his hands as Stacy took the bouquet from his hands.

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

And then the world started to fade. And I let go...

He nodded once. Then he faded slowly, like smoke thinning in sunlight, until nothing remained but the empty hallway.

The evening sun painted the sky in hues of gold and amber as Sarah strolled through the park, her heart heavy with memories. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass. As she meandered along the winding path, she couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy, a longing for something lost. This park, once a sanctuary of laughter and love, now seemed to echo with fading whispers of a distant past.

“Can I get two cups of Cappuccino and a cup of Coffee, no sugar please?” “Sure. Do enjoy” ‘Trust them, she made the best coffee anyone in the neighborhood could ever think of.’ *07:45PM* “Thank you and please enjoy the rest of your day.” she saw her last customer for the day off before changing the Tag to ‘Closed’ and hurriedly rushed to grab her bag before any ‘not-seeing-the-tag’ person would come in. But that was meant to happen …

“When you’re ready.” Ginna looked at the two papers. She picked up Tanya’s first. Held it in both hands. Max’s light got a little brighter—the compass reacting—and then, as Ginna started the dissolution, it changed. Not the sharp flare from before. Something softer, spreading out into the room like light you could almost feel more than see. The paper in her hands started to fade. Not burn or tear. Just… disappear. The ink lifted away first, then the paper itself, until there was nothing left between her fingers.

The slow, quiet unraveling of something she had once believed would last. Maybe this is the beginning of the end.