Amalie stands still as she reads a letter she found in the living room, as stated to her Nan, Mir and Ima left it for her as they went out for a while, on their own. She asked where they went or when they’ll be back, but Nan only said, with a solemn face, that everything she needed to know would be in the letter.A second’s turmoil played in the girl’s mind of how it felt, again, to be left alone by people she liked to be around. Was it her fault that they leave her alone? Or was it just circumstances breaking their paths apart from each other? She did not know or try thinking further, all she could do was read the letter with indifference, as best she can.“To Amalie,There’s something you should know about us before anything else, we’re relatives of yours but not in the way you think. Either way, we’ve not lived in this town until two months ago, and our lives did not begin anywhere in this era. There’s a lot to unpack but we have little to no relevance to your life directly, except
Four months of absence from the presence of the ruined F-city is like a breath of fresh air to Imago who booted back up into life when they felt their partner jolt them awake from their nape when Mirror forcefully linked their selves through that part of their body. Quivering eyelids popped open to see the greenery of the mall garden, while the foot of a dog walked around with other dogs in its pack.Shocked by the sudden presence of another creature within their eyesight made Imago rose into a ninety-degree sitting position that felt like a spring was set up in automatic for the alarm clock to trigger. Brown, neat fur and light-footed hooves walked around in tranquility even though Imago noisily hit the leaves of a long-leafed mauve plant above them.Their head swiveled to view around and saw that they were placed under the mauve-colored plant to avoid the sunlight. Behind them sat Mirror who held their hand in front of them in a position of open palm de
“Breakfast is ready,” said a young man, his height looks like it’s meant to be an impression of an adolescent’s body. But his face looked one minute like a human, then the other static in the shape of a boy’s head.“What do you prefer?” He continued to ask as the scenery from a long corridor colored in monotone became a well-lit garden surrounding a metal table ornated with décor of ivy plants around its four legs, topped by clear glass.On top of the glass table sat a Victorian marble-top coffee table fit to the circumference of the larger table under, there is simplicity at how pristine it lacked artistic décor, except for how the marble looked on the thickly varnished hard-wood body. A plate of cookies sat on the coffee table layer, while the cups are on the normal table at the side of the coffee table.Two chairs sat on opposing sides of the table, both looking different from the other. Old in demeanor
Hi, Nate here.Just a short notif that I will be starting the new chapter after this super long Side Story. From this point forward, Imago and Mirror's lives will not be featured in a side story any longer. If you've gotten far into the main story, you can pretty much guess why they won't be having their own side story anymore. The new chapter will start updating on the 1st of August, exactly the first monday of the month, haha. Currently, there are something's this story has given a bit of convuluted sort of sense, so please bear with the details. Things will be better for our main cast. To all reader's, thank you for still being here or having the time to read the updates.
Chapter 27In the middle bustle of the hospital noise drowning Betts as it did back at A-city during the incident, it came to her attention that she could feel a twitch. A trigger. Unlike she did before the incident. Deep within her mind, suppressed, is a fear that the loud voices become alarming and dangerous. Wary as she may be, she acknowledges that nothing will harm her in this place.Getting used to being alone after days of Trust hovering over her, and their bond formed stronger than their friendship within days, she’s come to accept how easy she could miss him. What with the changes in her body instigating instincts that did not exist prior, the new constitution of her body brings high anxiety crutch. Still, it did not change the fact she grows lonesome without him.When she thinks of things to compare this feeling. She once had to dismiss a portion of a game she was playing, describing to her viewers that “it&rsquo
Betts could imagine her younger brother's eyebrows crossing, elegantly. His eyebrows are perfectly trimmed, from the salon, with the intent of keeping them to perfection every time. She watched in fascination how he could work and be a perfectionist to his appearance, the same way Teyarri does. At least, Teyarri does it for her work, while Quin does it for his vanity.“Hearing it on the phone makes sense, but—let’s video call then, hah.” Quin quickly instigated the call.She had to quickly move from her face to the window for better lighting when the camera of her phone opened. On the screen is her brother, younger but more stressed, glasses perched on top of his head while sweat dripped from the side of his face. His countenance doesn't look as frivolous as it did in his younger years.Still pleasant and clean looking but more academic chic than quirky like he used to wear. Hair cut shorter with a hint of white while his si
The doctor’s room was on the few lower floors of the building, meant to have ease of access for the patients, while the in-patient wards are all accessible by the elevators and a few escalators. This floor has only escalators and stairs, with four elevators at each cardinal point of the building.Things look far too calm on these floors since every room is fitted with its very own lounge, reception, and bed meant for the patients for checkups. The doctor’s office is in a separate room at the back with a window view of the outside. They are fitted with interior and furniture for comfort and ease of mind, like the concept of green walls to rest one’s eyes from any kind of strain.Color theory aside, green is not the color used for the walls, nor present in any of the doctor’s offices who was assigned to Lena. He was old and stern, with a mustache that was perfectly trimmed to frame his lips. When he spoke to Lena and Betts about the
There was no chance for Lena to press the call button for any resident help or a chance for Betts to react quickly due to Lena’s erratic reaction. How much did she try to crawl out of her bed as she struggled to maintain her cool as she felt herself become breathless?The wonder here was why was she crawling out or even reaching over the door. What was clear, though, is the haunted wheezing look on her face as she reached out to her daughter. The alarm was not even the first thing on Betts mind but horror at seeing her mother look like she was on the verge of death.Reaching over to help her first, Betts carried her while trying her best to unscramble her thoughts. Until she heard her mother’s words in between her wheezing did alarm set in her, something she tried to suppress or could stop, momentarily, for fear she might misstep any kind of action she would take.Placing her mother, in seconds, on the bed and trying her best to let her