Romans & histoires The Best Strangers In The World

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was two strangers on separate roads. From here on, his torment, his regret, his loneliness had nothing more to do with me. My road, my love, my gaze: everything lay ahead of me, as it always had.

I could feel my broken ribs piercing my organs—all my beautiful memories of Xander and Leander shattered into pieces from the pain. Staggering out of the castle gates, I found my bestfriend, Vivienne Reid, already waiting in her car. I severed the mind-link connection with all of them as I climbed into her car. "Let's go, Vivienne. It's time to start a new life," I stated.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

Liam’s POV** The next morning, the storm that had raged inside the house the previous day was replaced by the warm scent of fresh chai and the faint hum of the valley waking up. Sunlight seeped through the windows, casting delicate, shifting shadows on the wooden floor. Outside, the sweet humming of birds mingled with the rustle of pine trees, creating a melody so gentle it felt like the mountains themselves were singing. For the first time since yesterday, it didn’t feel like the world was about to drift apart.

Even as the crowd slowly began to drift away, Alan, Hank, and Dexter never came back. When I reached out through the mind-link again, Alan finally answered. I'd hoped for something soft, something comforting. Instead, his words came sharp and angry. "The ceremony isn't that big of a deal, Amy! Can't you tell Eden's barely holding it together? She's at her most fragile. She needs us!"

"What’s there to envy? People like us don't even share the same world as Mr. Thompson. Only someone like Miss Matthews is worthy of him." I bit my lip bitterly. It was true. We weren’t in the same world. I’d spent eight years trying, and I still couldn’t be part of his world. As they walked closer, Daniel finally noticed me. His gaze shifted, and he gave me a warning look, one that warned me not to speak recklessly in front of Claire and reveal anything about our relationship. I let out a sarcastic smile, then calmly brushed past the two of them without making eye contact, like we were complete strangers.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

“And I know what it does to people who crave control.” The council members shifted uneasily. Damien said nothing. The third stranger stepped forward. “You will destabilize the world.” Aria lifted her chin. “The world is already unstable. I didn’t break it.” The ground beneath her feet pulsed. Not violently. In agreement. The strangers stiffened. The first one’s eyes narrowed. “You are untrained. Unbound. You will be a threat.” “No,” Aria said quietly. “I will be a mirror.”