Lead
I smiled as I scanned through the last few words of the book. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I looked at the word count, a whopping 75,000 words.
I let out a low whistle, impressed with myself. Seventy-five thousand words were more than just a story; it was a journey, a testament to the countless hours of weaving narratives and building worlds. It was my creation, a novel born from the chaos of a life that had once been ruled by powers beyond comprehension.
Closing the laptop, I leaned back in my chair, the sense of accomplishment washing over me. The story I had written was more than fiction; it was a reflection of my own experiences, a way to process the world that I had saved—and the new one I had created.
But there was no time to bask in the glory of a finished manuscript. I had to work on the publishing.
With a deep breath, I stood up, my resolve firm. The next chapter of my life was waiting to be written, not on the pages of a book, but in the very fabric of reality. And I, Lead, was ready to be its author.
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Allelea
“Hey Cyto,” I typed. “How’s Russia?”
“Good actually,” came the reply. “I’ve been living my life peacefully. What about you?”
I hesitated for a moment, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Russia seemed like a world away, and Cyto’s peaceful life there was in stark contrast to the turmoil that had been my constant companion.
“It’s been… complicated,” I finally typed back. “The situation here is stable, but there’s so much we don’t understand about what happened…”
I waited, the blinking cursor a silent witness to my anxiety. Cyto had always been the level-headed one, the calm in the midst of our storms. His response came after a brief pause.
“I know it’s hard. But we’re all figuring this out together. How’s Lead?”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “I… don’t know, really. Haven’t talked to him in a while now…”
“Be honest, you liked him for a while, didn’t you?”
I hesitated slightly before I typed in my response. “Yes… even told him. In fact, that’s why we grew apart. I liked him, but he’s been scarred once and doesn’t want to take his chances. That was a fleeting crush though, nothing major. Six months ago…”
“I see… makes me wonder what you think about us, actually.”
Cyto’s message lingered on the screen, a silent invitation for a deeper conversation. Allelea felt a familiar warmth spread through her as she contemplated their shared past and the possibility of a renewed connection.
Their conversation continued, a gentle mixture of words and emotions, as they cautiously navigated reconciliation. It was the beginning of a new chapter for Cyto and Allelea, one filled with hope and the promise of rediscovery.
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