Where We Left Off 소설 & 이야기

She crossed the room like she owned it, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Her arms went around Axton’s neck, her voice a soft exhale. “I missed you, sweetheart.” Axton froze. Just for a second. Then his hands came up to hold her. “I missed you more,” he murmured. “Why did you take so long?” Something shattered quietly inside Isla. She stood there, forgotten, and invisible as the world folded around the two of them. No one said goodbye. No one even looked her way. So she walked out.

"You are on your own. It would be best that we part ways." "Where are you going?" she further asked. "It's none of your business. Just get back to where you left off and we'll do the same. This will be the last time that we see each other." I turned to Shintara and smiled at her. "Let's go?" ***** Shintara and I journeyed back to Prima Tierra Pack. We were at the boundary where we last escaped. She looked at me puzzled. "Are you sure we're going to do this?"

Dana says and I recall how mercilessly mader killed him. "Alex didn't die a nice death" I mutter but they both hear me. "I suspected. "Dana replies lowly and decides to change the topic. "Well, God blessed us with a perfect hiding place and we've been here a year now. We thought you guys bailed on us and initially planned on proceeding tomorrow. Twas indeed God's will that we found y'all today" Dana says and I feel my heart skip a beat. ~they were gonna leave without us!?

So, I had to keep our conversation short. He was probably confused, but I hoped he would get the message. And anyway, I felt better now that I’d told him it was all over between us. “Let’s go, then.” We were standing on top of a building on the other side of town. He left the broken phone right where we stood, and together, we went down. Vic was in the car waiting for us, and he drove as soon as we got in. Nox kept holding my hand.

He offers a piggyback ride back to the shore, and I accept without hesitation. We return shortly, and while Avery and Kalix take notice of our absence, it seems no one else has, not even Punky. As the sun dips below the horizon, signaling that it's time for us to depart, Max and I exchange phone numbers. The next few minutes are spent packing up our belongings, and when we say our goodbyes, everyone disperses in different directions.

“If we keep this, we won’t hear anything,” I cut in. They went quiet. Midway, I glanced back. The crowd was gone. Whoever it was... they left. I turned back. Please, let me be wrong. The meeting ended. Students filed out. Kayla and I got food at the canteen. Then went to rest. We weren’t competing. Just here to cheer. But my wolf won’t be quiet.

"Where do we go?" "We go to the finish line," Cale said. "The mansion?" "No," Cale said. "The mansion is burned. Figuratively." "Then where?" Cale looked out the window at the busy street. "Timeline 1," Cale whispered. "What?" "We are on 57th Street," Cale said. "The origin. The place where you died." "Yeah." "We need to close the loop," Cale said. "We need to go to the corner. And we need to cross the street."

‎ ‎Tomorrow, we started writing the next chapter. ‎ ‎We turned away from the cliff edge, leaving the dead to their rest. We walked back toward the lights of the estate, not a fortress of fear anymore, but a home waiting to be filled. ‎

she said, her voice firm. Seeing that I remained silent, she nodded. "I think we should leave now." I nodded. "We should. Pack your things. We're leaving," I said, and without wasting any more time, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. I had hoped that after last night, maybe we could find a way to build what we seemed to have, but now it was obvious there was nothing there and it had all been a figment of my imagination. Neither of us said a word as we left the resort, and all through our flight back home, my mind was consumed by everything that had happened.

“And you still intend to follow it.” “Yes.” He studied me for a moment, then nodded once. “Then we do it properly,” he said. We left just before evening. The mansion stood behind us, silent and watchful as always, but this time, it felt like we were stepping beyond its reach. Or perhaps deeper into it. The drive was quiet. Neither of us spoke much. There was nothing left to say that had not already been said. Everything now depended on what we would find at the end of this path.