روايات وقصص ضمن When His Perfect Mask Shattered, I Awoke

“In through your nose out through your mouth. We are right here. No one is going to hurt you. Just tell us what you saw. One thing at a time.” I shook my head fast tears falling harder now because I could still feel the gloved hand on my chin still hear that voice calling me Isho still see the white hair falling around that cruel face when the mask came off. “I left the room,” I repeated voice rising higher almost frantic. “I left the room. I left the room!”

he instructed, gesturing to the masks that were lying in front of us. "Dad, mine broke," I said, holding up the broken mask for him to see. "What the fuck did you do?" he asked, shaking his head in exasperation. But then, seeing the disappointment on my face, he softened. "Here, take mine," he said, handing me his mask. Gratefully, I took the mask from him and placed it over my face, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me as the lights in the room began to dim. Suddenly, a voice came over the speakers from the front of the room, and I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me.

Camila ***The Next Morning*** I awoke with a pounding headache. Where was I? The unfamiliar room sparked a moment of panic. A figure lay beside me, his face still obscured by a mask. My vision was blurry, and a sudden headache reminded me of the hangover from the excessive drinking the day before. "Who...?" I stammered. He turned, revealing piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. "Alpha Zedex," he groaned his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I reached out instinctively, but my heel slipped against the floor, making me land with a heavy thud. The silver mask shifted. There was a sharp sound. No no no!!. It… broke!!.

So tell me why I walked back into my room and saw Damian holding that mask in his hand. I had almost choked on my own saliva. My heart was beating fast. It had been pounding in my chest since last night. That mask… That wasn’t just any mask. That was Jade Firefly. My identity. My secret identity. My past. I pressed my lips together. He couldn’t have recognized it… right? I mean… He had only seen it once. Just once that night at the club. There was no way he would remember something like that. Or could he?

She shrieked in panic, "My nose! It's crooked!" Glancing down, Richard realized her nose was augmented with implants. Her entire face was a fabrication. And for this web of lies, he'd repeatedly betrayed Kimberly. His heart twisted sharply, sending him staggering back into the coffee table. Regaining his footing, he snatched a file from behind and hurled it at her face.

I didn’t want safety if it meant absence. My vision blurred with fresh tears, and I turned my face away, ashamed at the cracks splintering through me. The ceiling swam, sterile white bleeding into haze. “Who are you?” I asked. “Why do you sound like you’ve known me?” For the first time, his mask cracked. Not much, just a flicker in his eyes, a shadow of something softer. Regret, maybe. Memory. “I’m someone who made a promise,” he said, voice rougher now. “To Damien. And to you, though you don’t remember it.”

"You just needed a little... help." I wrenched free and stumbled back, the room tilting violently. My chest heaved with sobs I couldn’t contain. I hated him, hated myself, hated the world that let this happen. And somewhere inside me, a terrible, sharp thought began to form: this was a plan all along. For the first time, I saw the crack in his perfect mask. His eyes darkened, flashing with something savage and furious. Before I could react, his hand shot out. He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks between two fingers so tightly it hurt.

I didn't wish for him to face me as his face would obviously break my heart, I just couldn't bring myself to imagine the mass of pain that'll be on his face. I swallowed, clenching my fist, “Babe, you must understand. I'm not being-”. He cut me off, “Selfish?". He wanted to chuckle or so I seemed but it only came out as a lame choke, his voice fell apart. “You're not being selfish, you're only NOT being selfless,”. I was unable to find my tongue. "I had really thought I was the one with the mask but I forgot you were the mask itself. Why would I trust something that's able to cover my imperfections? I was so dumb not to realize it meant it also had its own personal imperfections behind itsel

It was a bittersweet moment. My world flipped, and the harsh foundation shifted, leaving me confused for a moment. After all, this wasn’t normal. The man who had broken my bones more than I could count on both hands was standing right in front of me, staring at me with eyes that pierced through my mask, going straight for my wounded soul.