Within You Or Without You の小説・ストーリー

"Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want you to understand." His father leaned forward. The blanket pooled around his waist. "You can't win. Every move you make, I'll be three steps ahead. Every time you think you're safe, I'll find a new way to hurt you. I will burn your entire life to the ground before I let you walk away from me."

They just move inside you, burning quietly, forever. THE END.

“That’s the point.” The words hit harder than Killian wanted to admit. He could feel it still, humming under his skin. His veins burned silver and shadow. His muscles felt stronger, his thoughts sharper. Every heartbeat echoed with two voices — his own, and the low thrum of something older. He had never felt so alive. And he had never felt so close to falling apart. “You think I don’t know the risk?” he asked, quieter now. “I feel it every time I breathe. Every time I move. But what choice do I have? Without this power, the Guild is nothing. We’re dust against the First’s tide. With it…”

i asked "Why don't you cook and let women inside your house? Why am i here? she asked "I just want to know you better. You are different because you make me feel things. I want to explore these feelings with you if that is okay with you? i asked her. I don't do relationships, i feel they are a waste of time so i just have one night stands with different women. But with Serena, it is different. She did not say anything for a few moment and i was actually worried i said something worng, but she later spoke

Not without a fight. 🩸

But if it’s already inside. Within us…

Being present without demanding anything in return. "I don't know what to do with myself," I said. The words came out raw, unguarded in a way I hadn't been in months. "All this time, I've been moving. Fighting. Running. And now there's nothing left to run from. No enemy. No threat. Just—" I gestured at the empty air. "This." Adam was quiet for a moment. Then: "Maybe that's the point. Maybe now you get to find out who you are when you're not fighting."

I say. No response. No visible change. But I feel it. Listening. “You do not belong here,” I continue. “But you are here now.” The connection tightens. Not resisting. Not rejecting. Present. “If you stay undefined,” I say, “the system will try to remove you.” The presence does not contradict me. Because it is true. “But if you have a role,” I continue, “you can exist within it.” Silence. Then— The thing moves. Not forward.

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, tender now. “You okay?” he murmured. I nodded against the wall, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the ache. “More than okay.” Then it hit me. No condom. No nothing. The realization landed like ice water in my veins. My stomach dropped. Dread coiled tight and cold in my chest—sharp, instinctive, the kind that whispered you idiot, you reckless idiot. We’d been so lost in each other, so frantic and needy, that protection hadn’t even crossed my mind. Not once.

You are as if freeing your other-self. ====END====