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Transitioning system interface to low-light mode. The fluorescent bulbs flickered as they buzzed loudly like bees before dropping in brightness. The white light turned into a yellow hue then died completely. "LUS can we see the city from the roof access?" I asked, walking toward the metal ladder. [Yes Host Eva. The roof perimeter is secure. The reinforced hatch is locked from the inside. I will monitor the camera feeds while you are above.]

He stepped back, adjusting his clothes with his usual methodical precision, though his eyes still burned with a lingering heat. "Clean yourself up," he said, though his voice was softer than usual. "We have to review the lighting plans for the second floor." Maya looked up at the vast, grey walls surrounding them. She felt a strange sense of peace, a feeling of being exactly where she was meant to be. She looked at the streak of his seed on the concrete and felt a surge of possessive pride. "Mr. Thorne?" "Yes?" "I think the lighting should be recessed. No fixtures. Just narrow slits in the ceiling. I want the light to feel like a leak in the concrete."

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere. [At last, the open secret's out, and they can stop sneaking around like kids stealing candy from a candy shop!] [Do you think their parents realize how tough it is for their kids to scrounge up those sweet moments day by day?] [Enough said, let's toast to our old pal!] Marvin was in that company-wide chat too, and he did not miss a beat — every message was read. However, he never corrected their wild guesses or the face-to-face congratulations. He seemed to relish the spotlight.

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.

It seemed Pete had better taste in things like this. “Are you frequent?” She asked while looking at the bar's interior. The lights were dim but bright enough to spot irregular activities but there were some tables with darker lights than the others. “Yes, my friend own this place. We come here to chill some weekends.” Amelia nodded, maybe she got him wrong. Maybe not. “Aren't you going to get me drinks?” Amelia asked. “What do you want?” “Tequila. Five bottles.” Pete smiled, “Okay.” Even though he wasn't going to get as much as that.

The deeper we went the wider the hole became, however, the place was still eerily quiet. "…." Not only that, but it was also completely dark, too, "Sahra, illuminate the area," Oren instructed. For a moment I thought she'd administer some sort of skill or something, but it was just wishful thinking as she just brought out a heavy-duty flashlight in her inventory. That reminds me, is a high authority spell that only angels and high priests can use.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.