Speak To Me の小説・ストーリー

"How can you say that about me?" "Did I misspoke?"

I suck in a deep breath, and allow my anxiety to flow out of the release before I speak. “Can we talk?”

Do you want to talk? Jax: Yeah. Call me?

I jumped in. “I’m speaking to my daughter. This will be your first and last time interrupting our conversation, do I make myself clear?”

"Don't say anything else… The more you say it, I…" "I won't be able to smile and talk to you anymore…"

" nevoice at me. "What are you doing here?"

I insisted. Exhausted, he returned his gaze to me, "What do you want?" "We need to talk." "There's really nothing to talk about, and I'm really exhausted." "I don't care; we have been waiting for a while now," I argued. "What do you want?" "Atlas wants to speak to you; he might have something to say," I say, signaling to Atlas. "Atlas, tell him everything you want to say to him; he'll do them," I encouraged him.

“Speak Up! Now!” Oh God.

Sent back one transmission. Three words. I will come.

Questions that only she could answer. "I want to talk to you. It's important. Come with me!”