Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Seems to be the one thing about me my animai can’t love either, which makes things very complicated. I don’t understand what changed. Last night was the most incredible night of my life. I thought we were finally getting somewhere, I thought he was finally opening himself to me, I mean, it sure fucking seemed that way, and then suddenly today he’s not just back to how he was before, he’s worse. He wasn’t even like this the morning he woke up here. Did I say or do something wrong? I wish he’d just fucking tell me what goes on in his fucked up head instead of leaving me in limbo all the time. It’s driving me crazy, and not the good crazy from last night.

“Hey Sierra, I heard what happened and I just wanted to check up on you.” “Thank you,” I tell him before he can ask. “I’m okay now and safe.” “That’s good,” he says quickly, like he needed to hear that. “I mean… not good that it happened, but… you know what I mean.” “Yeah, I understand," I murmur, fighting a smile. Silence follows next, as if neither of us knows what to say next. It’s weird how things are awkward between us now. Before everything crushed and burned, we would talk endlessly, never running out of topics, but now it seemed like there was this wall between that prevented things from flowing perfectly like they did before.

I’d say poor Ben, but he really doesn’t learn. “I’m so glad you’re all fine,” I say loudly and feel the change in the air. Things become more serious. I’m in this bed for a reason, and until now, I still don’t know how bad things truly are. The others goofing around moments ago gives me hope. But it’s as if me just mentioning it has brought them back to reality. We all get reminded that something went utterly wrong today. Or was it yesterday? I’m not even sure how much time has passed.

After a while, he spoke again. “You know what the worst part is?” he asked quietly. I tilted my head slightly to look at him. “What?” “That none of this surprises me,” he said. There was no anger in his voice. Just something tired. Something old. “I always knew that after I had made something for myself, they would come back,” he continued. “I just didn’t think they’d go this far.” My hand found his, fingers threading through his. “They’re desperate,” I said. “Desperate people don’t think. They just react.”

he said, gesturing for me to take a seat. I sat down next to my mate, and Leonard turned to me with a smile. "We were just discussing the latest news from the front of our Spies," he said. "It seems that things are getting worse by the day." I nodded, feeling a sense of unease. The attack on other packs had been going on for weeks now, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. Every day brought new reports of battles and casualties, and it was taking a toll on everyone.

Clara had always been a little private, a little hard to read. But as the hours turned into a full day, and the day began slipping into another, I felt something colder creeping in beneath my rational thoughts began to settle in his chest. I replayed our last conversation over and over, searching for something I might have missed. I tried calling again. Straight to voicemail. I didn’t even bother leaving a message this time. What was I supposed to say that I hadn’t already said in the last five voicemails? Each one had grown a little more strained, a little less casual.

"I have things too. That get too loud." "I know you do." "The dreams. The room. The sound of the door." I turn the cup in my hands. "It doesn't happen as much as it used to, but some weeks are worse than others and I don't always know why." "Is this week bad." "It's been manageable." I look up. "Having somewhere to be helps. Having something to do." He nods once, slow. Something in his face has shifted, not softer exactly, just less armoured. Like he took one piece of it off for the length of this conversation.

"I'm glad we could do this that's all, I know we can't get back to how we used to be, but we can try." I clear my throat from the sudden chocking it encounters at his words to speak. "Me too Julian. I'm glad you called, I was having the worse day, and you kinda saved me from it when you called." Concern shows in his eyes immediately, "Care to share?" His eyes linger as he asks. I sigh and shake my head, "Not really." I clear my throat and place my elbows down on the table and lean on them a little, "What about you? What did I miss in the past four weeks?" I ask instead.

“I wish that building would burn to the ground, by natural causes, something that would make them give up once and for all. How can humans be so greedy and selfish?” The recording stopped for a nano second and then continued, “They think they can just come whenever they want and decide for me how to spend my money? Fuck they should all burn in the fire for all I care. In fact I want that building burnt to the ground with no single survivor.” These words sounded like they came out of my mouth because I could hear clearly that it was my voice, but at the same time they felt so unfamiliar. Despite it being so long ago, there was no way I would not have a single remembrance of the things I said.

The system's voice rang out again. "Two days left until you leave this world." I let out a bitter smile. I had no strength left, and my vision went black. When I woke again, Jared was sitting by my side, holding my hand gently. "Rosalia, you're finally awake. This was just a small lesson. As long as you know what you did was wrong, that will be enough. No matter what, the one I love will always be you." "No… I didn't do anything wrong!"