The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is の小説・ストーリー

“Why are you lying to me?” “I’m not lying,” he said. “He looks just fine to me.” “When he was alive... Did he look…weird to you? Like…like…” “A big, hairless gorilla? Yes.” I let out a shaky breath. Okay, good, so I wasn’t completely losing my mind. “Then why can’t you see the black blood and the rotting organs and the bleurgh?” He leaned back in the stream, holding himself up with his elbows. “It’s not a big deal, Quinn. You can see it and I can’t. This kind of shit happens all the time in our world.”

ßenlong said. "Me either. Or it’s just me who don’t give a shit to the "irregularities" I just said? If only Kartika were here... She might be able to explain it better than I do." Alfi said in his mind. Alfi finds them getting confused. “Exactly, if there’s no any "irregularities" happened, it doesn’t guarantee that the world is not in the threat of calamity. As long as Waku-waku exist, the world will never be ‘safe’.” Alfi said. ”They intend to destroy the world and rebuild it into their very own Utopia.”

Somehow… I guess the world is not against all odds.

This wasn't right. This wasn't right!

I can only try to fix my wrongs and move forward. I open my eyes and immediately squint from the blinding sun, before I turn towards my friend. “I know you are trying to help, but I’m honestly telling you, the last thing I need is to try and hook up with some random guy. Plus, you know I’m not into one-night stands.”

How was your date with the devil? Isis: Date? I am certain there is a better word you could’ve used. Alex: No. I think it’s appropriate Lol. Isis: Sure you do. But I guess all scientists truly are insane. :P Alex: Hey! I am not! Lol. You just can’t admit that he is handsome. Isis: And why on this God forsaken earth would I not want to admit something? If I thought him handsome I would say, and contrary to what you believe, I do find him nice-looking but I am just not crazy over him.

His gaze fixed on Clara, sharp and curious, with a hint of awe. “You must be Clara,” he said carefully, adjusting his glasses. “I’m Mike. I… handle the tech here. And, well… I think you just made my morning a lot more interesting.” Clara blinked. “I… I don’t belong here. I shouldn’t even be—” Mike gave a small, understanding smile. “I get it. You feel out of place. You’re not crazy, and you’re not imagining things. There’s… something about you. Something powerful. Don’t be afraid to take your time.”

Maybe it was the Virelli name etched into every surface. Maybe it was just the quiet hum of reality, reminding him that they weren’t in their bubble anymore. They were in Luca’s world now. And that world didn’t play fair.

I found the sight to be both tragic and absurd. I stepped forward and delivered another blow. "Of course, it takes an evil hand to punish evil. Let's see if you survive this."

Then, I apologized and left. With the last ten dollars in my pocket, I went to the pharmacy and then headed home. Upon returning home, I went to my grandfather's room, picked up his photo, and held it close. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I couldn't live the way you wanted. "You said that if I like someone, I should boldly pursue him without leaving any regrets. "But, Grandpa, it's been so tiring for me to keep pursuing, and I've given up. "Can I come over to your side to keep you company, Grandpa? If I don’t hear a reply from you, I’ll consider your silence as consent."