The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is Mga Nobela at Kwento

But something wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all. #

I shrieked. “Tantrums back-to-back? Seemed pretty childish to me.” I glared at him. “You insulted me.” “You insulted me first.” He shrugged. “I’m perfectly sane, not a punching bag. I just thought since you wanted to insult me, I should return the favor… You aren’t looking so hot right now, though, just saying.” I lifted my head. “You’re talking about other worlds. There’s only one world, and you all are living in caves!”

Just enough. "Then let me tell you the rest."

Just my imagination. Right?

“No, no, no. There’s always a pre-beginning. Like… were you spiritually prepared for this?” Amani stared at her. “No.” “Okay,” Liya nodded seriously. “That’s your first mistake.” Amani groaned and dropped back onto the bed. “I feel like I’ve been assigned to something I didn’t apply for. Like I’m a pawn in a board game.” Liya’s eyes widened slightly. “A pawn?” “Yes,” Amani said. “A very confused pawn.” Liya paused. Amani continued, voice lowering. “And there’s him.”

“I just realized that I don’t fit into your circle or that of the Abrahams compared to my small apartment and my struggling mother.” Her voice became soft. “Our worlds are different from yours, sir.” She stared straight ahead. Unable to look at him. “I think you should stop taking me to places like this.” The words settled heavily inside the car. And for several seconds, Raymond didn’t speak. Not because he didn’t know what to say. Because he hadn’t expected that answer. This wasn’t jealousy. This wasn’t insecurity over Isolde. This wasn’t stubbornness. This was something much deeper.

"And sympathy things, like I understand why you can't love people because you've been taught your whole life that emotions are weakness." "They are weakness." "No they're not, they're what make us human." She squeezed my hand again. "Your father was wrong about that." I didn't respond because I didn't know if my father was wrong or right and I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to analyze my entire life philosophy while sitting in Sophia's room holding Elena's hand. We sat there for a long time, maybe an hour, just holding hands in silence while the light outside changed and the city kept moving and Sophia's things surrounded us like ghosts.

After a short break, she finally sent a text. "Sorry, I sent those to the wrong person. But I can't delete the photos anymore. Which one do you like, by the way? I'll just get one for you as well." I frowned and replied, "I don't like watches." I could see the bubble appearing on the screen that told me she was typing a response, but I never got her message after that. Just as I was about to put the phone back inside my pocket, she finally sent another text message that said, "I see. That's hilarious. I didn't want to buy one for you anyway."

This time—the world wasn’t just watching. It was waiting to see if it had just made a mistake.

As one. And the world outside could scream all it wanted. It wouldn’t change a thing. Not anymore. 🩸