Novel & Cerita The Accident A Moment Of Truth

The memory came back sharper than I could control. “I…” My voice cracked, embarrassingly human, and I forced a swallow. “Hello, Jane.” A silence stretched between us—not empty, but heavy, filled with all the words we hadn’t spoken in far too long. “I didn’t expect…” she began, then faltered. “How did you—what’s this call about?” The truth was simple: it had been an accident. But admitting that felt like cowardice. “I meant to call someone else. I must have scrolled too far."

Sitting up, he saw the sun glittering on shards of glass littering the carpet; all that was left of a Parisian whiskey decanter his father had thrown at him last night after returning from the disastrous party. Sleepily running his hand through his hair, he encountered the bruise on his face. So, it had been more than a dream-- the whole debacle had been real. The whiskey had dimmed the memory into a fragmented nightmare that replayed itself over and over. Vince made his way to the washbasin to splash cool water on his face, hoping to clear his vision and head.

If I had just been more diligent and checked Macie's hospital website, I would have noticed something was off. There was a difference between Henry and his brother. Apart from their personalities, Henry had a small mole at the corner of his eye, which his brother did not. When the truth finally came out, I clung to Macie, bawling my eyes out. "Why are you crying?" Macie asked, exasperated. "Because I thought I had betrayed you! I even dreamt of you chasing me with a scalpel," I sobbed. Macie laughed. "If you actually managed to betray me, that would be impressive. I don't think you have the brains for that."

I sat there for a long moment, the folder on the bed between us, Robbie's betrayal still fresh, Patricia's firing still fresh, every wall I'd spent months building suddenly feeling exhausting to maintain. "There was an accident," I said finally. "Years ago." Rosa went still. "What kind of accident?" "A car accident. Johansson was involved." I pressed both hands against my face, the words coming slower than I wanted, each one costing something. "She was driving. I was the passenger. She was drunk." "Daniel—"

“I'm sorry I've not been able to save you from this condition. But I promise to do so soon whether I get help or not." Carlo stood in the room and watched Sloane. The scene before him made his heart melt. Josie, Sloane's birth mom, had been involved in a really fatal accident — a memory Sloane didn't like to visit at all— which left her on the hospital bed for the past five years. Her heart was already failing. And she needed one that would match her body. Unfortunately, there was only a little time left. “Ms Sloane Wentworth,” the doctor called her from the entrance, cutting the teary moment off.

“Your necklace. May I see it?” Seolurrie showed them her necklace which is hidden inside her clothes. She didn’t take it off. She felt that something bad will happen if she took it off. “Hmm. It looks like an ordinary necklace for me. Are you sure what you saw was real?” “I don’t have time to be delusional. I know that what happened was real. The truth, just like how true that I came out of a gate.” “Not everything that you said can be true. There are no evidence about everything else except the fact that you came out of a gate. And a few more days you will get your hunter license. You know what will happen, right?”

I felt a little kindness in that part, but I was still hurt by what she said to me. I will probably always be hurt and never get used to the words they say. "What happened? Running out of gas?” I asked him when the car suddenly stopped and I saw that the front of the car was smoking. It seems that we are even break the car. Really unlucky. "There was a little more gas but the car's engine seemed to stall." Shaking his head, he said he looked for something in the part of the passenger seat. I saw him pull out an umbrella. "Just stay here first. I'll just see what happened." I just nodded at him and didn't answer.

Adam cross his arms "ya i'm not buying it." "I'm telling you the truth," I looked at Adria who's still sleeping. "She woke up, felt uncomfortable being next to Nathen so I offered her a seat next to me. We talked for a bit, but nothing else happened. I honestly don't know how I ended up laying on her. I must have slid. Besides we are in a bus full of people "I lift my hand and pointed to the back of the bus. "Well thats boring. I was expecting something more juicy" Adam says under his breath.

I couldn't get myself out of the vehicle as my legs were stuck in the brake axis and my eyes soon became teary. Within less than an hour, this car would explode because of the fuel which was dropping really fast. This was my fate. A miserable life and an uncertain death. I was destined to die tonight. I cursed as my vision failed me again.

My ears still buzzed as I thought about how Mason had tried to comfort me. He was the injured one; he was the one whose hand had been covered in blood. Despite that, he'd endured the pain while kissing my cheek and telling me not to be scared. Just then, the light outside the operating theater went off, and the doctor came out. I got up, but my legs gave out, making me fall to the floor. My brain short-circuited—I didn't hear a word he said. It took everything I had to read his lips and see him say, "There is no hope for Mason's right hand."