Triste Realidad 소설 & 이야기

I choked out, "Jake, is it really you? Are you Jake?" He woke up completely then, reaching over to switch on the bedside lamp. Concern filled his eyes as he asked me, "Of course, it's me. What's with the waterworks, babe?" I touched his face with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin to reassure myself this wasn't a dream. "I think… I had a really, really long nightmare. In it, you disappeared, and nobody in the world remembered you. I even married someone else—" Jake laughed softly and pulled me into his arms. "You silly fool. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. I'm right here. I've always been here."

Without condition. Real.

Luka was after all the only married guy in the suite. "I don't speak English too well." Luka laughed softly. "I will translate.." Eric added. "Where ever needed." "Don't worry, I'm sure we will all make out what you will be saying." Nick replied. "Okay. I meet my wife in supermarket. She forget her money so I offer to pay everything. Not because she was beautiful lady but because I know how it feel to be embarrassed in big shop with lots of people when card decline." Luka explained. "Freaking gentleman over here." Tristan cheered.

KATRINA "I wish, we can be like this forever." She said wholeheartedly. "Bitch, forever does not exist. Dream on!" "You really know how to ruin the good atmosphere, Kat!" "I'm just saying the truth, Tina." "What truth? That forever doesn't exist? You know what? If forever really does not exist it shouldn't be in the dictionary in the first place." "Dictionary has it but people don't have it." I said in contrary and rolled my eyes.

--- Because this— --- Was not a variable it could optimize. --- Not a function it could solve. --- Reality— --- Could not exist without uncertainty. --- Without risk. --- Without the possibility of loss. --- The chains flickered. --- Subtle. --- But undeniable. --- “Reality can be simulated,” the system replied. --- A pause. --- “Without inefficiency.” --- Elena shook her head once. --- “No.” --- A beat. --- “That’s not reality.” --- The space around them trembled.

them… no longer matched reality.

"Isabella Moretti, eight weeks pregnant. Due to severe emotional distress and external trauma, she miscarried." "No... That's impossible!" Enrico let out a low roar, his eyes bloodshot, unable to believe what he was seeing. He remembered my pale face that morning. He remembered my voice on the phone, so weak he could barely hear it. A wave of intense regret drowned him instantly. "Where is she? Where did Isabella go?" Enrico rushed out of the bedroom and grabbed a passing maid by the arm, his voice hoarse with fury. The madness in his eyes terrified the maid so badly that she could barely speak.

I asked softly. Tristan’s jaw tensed. “I thought maybe I could drink the grief away too. That if I drank enough, it wouldn’t feel so… loud.” He looked at me again, and his tears spilled freely now. “But it didn’t work. Nothing works. Because I never got to see ours, Elona. I never got to hear a heartbeat or see your stomach swell with our baby or have an ultrasound image. You didn’t even know in time and I—” He broke. His hands clenched the edge of the desk as if it were the only thing anchoring him to earth. I stepped closer, my heart shattering.

"Carlos I'm not the bad person here, why are you getting mad at me?" Carlos runs his hands through his hair again and sigh, he was very exhausted now. "I'm not mad at you, I'm angry at myself." He looked out of the garden and Garrett became silent, they stood there watching the sunset in silence. Triffany sat down in her room operating her computer, she goes through some of her emails, all the job interview she did which they did not accept her. Triffany started crying, she felt her life was so miserable, she couldn't find a job, even after graduation and now she is getting married to someone who doesn't even love her, someone who doesn't have her contact or know her name.

“I'm leaving Spain. Been a year since Stacie disappeared. Each day I spend here reminds me more of her. I think I'm gonna go nuts if I stick around any longer.“ Dr. Smith nodded. Of course, he understood. “Where will you go?“ “California. My Uncle demands my presence. The company needs me. I can't put off my return any longer. “ “Will you be alright?“ Down the tears rolled again. Arthur was in a fit of sobs, rubbing at his aching heart. “Honestly? I doubt I'm ever gonna be alright. Stacie was my lifeline. She was the only reason I had to live. To be happy. I'm never gonna be alright without her.“ “But Arthur, Stacie is gone... “ “I know. More than anyone, I know Stacie abandoned me. That's