Chasing Midnight Promises のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Mia lay flat on her back, her arms spread out across the bed, staring at the ceiling. Right beneath her, Christian lay in the exact same position in his room. The silence in the house was thick, but inside her head, thoughts refused to rest.She had sworn she’d keep things professional. That was the rule. That was the boundary. But a few minutes ago?They almost kissed.Again.Her palms slid up to cover her face as she drew in a breath through her fingers. Her heart hadn’t calmed since the moment he brushed that strand of hair from her face. The way he looked at her… it wasn’t just a look. The air between them had shifted—undeniably charged. She had felt it. He had too.“Are you in love with Christian?” she whispered.Her voice was small, unsure.She took a slow, deliberate breath. “No.”But the silence didn’t accept that answer. The question lingered, echoing back at her.She frowned and repeated, a little firmer, “No.”Still, the thoughts came.If she wasn’t in love with him, why di

The shrill beeping of the alarm tore Christian from a restless sleep. His eyes fluttered open, dry and heavy, the ceiling blurring into shapes he didn’t care to recognize. The sound drilled into his ears, but he didn’t move, his body stiff, limbs sore from staying in the same position all night.Still on his back, arms folded over his chest like a haunted man, he turned his head toward the noise. The alarm clock blinked red across the room, far from reach. Of course it was.A low groan crawled out of his throat as he finally sat up, bones aching like sleep had never truly touched him. His thoughts felt heavy, like mud settling in his chest. He dragged himself toward the clock, shut it off with a thud, and stared at the numbers.6:10 a.m.He stood still, silent, then ran a rough hand down his face like he was trying to scrub away a memory. His shirt clung to him like regret. He peeled it off slowly, followed by his pants, the fabric cold from the air conditioning. Naked, exhausted—phys

Mia burst into the building, heart pounding, her vision already swimming with tears. She didn’t know where she was running to—only that she had to keep moving. Her shoes slapped against the tiled floor, echoing through the empty corridors. Everything blurred: the walls, the doors, the signs. None of it registered. Her chest rose and fell with frantic breaths, her fingers clutching her laptop and bag tightly.She turned a corner and found herself in an unfamiliar section of the school. The hallway stretched long and narrow, with pale yellow walls and fluorescent lights that buzzed quietly overhead. Rows of closed doors lined both sides, and framed posters about school clubs hung crookedly on the walls. The air smelled faintly of cleaning products and old paper. Her footsteps echoed loudly now, bouncing off the walls.Still, she ran.But the farther she went, the longer the hallway seemed to grow. It felt endless, like something from a dream. Her legs began to slow. Her breath caught in

Silence swept through our classroom as Raven and I sat rooted to our seats—the kind of silence that roared in your ears. My fingers trembled slightly over my notebook, but I didn’t move. Neither did she.Then, a tear slipped down her cheek.My gaze snapped to her, stunned.She didn’t even try to wipe it. It fell, then another, until they began to stream freely, soaking into the sleeves of her uniform. I shifted closer, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. What we had seen was enough to shake anyone—but Raven crying like this? That was something else. Something deeper.“Raven?” I whispered, careful not to startle her. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”She turned to me slowly, her lips trembling so badly it took her a second to form a word.“I... I told him not to do it. I told him not to carry on with the bet.”She crumbled.The sob that tore out of her wasn’t soft. It was guttural. Painful. The kind of cry that tore something loose inside the chest. I wrapped my arms around her and pul

After Ellen ran out, the cafeteria erupted in noise. Some students laughed cruelly, others gasped, horrified. A few got up and left, muttering curses at Noah. But Noah? He sat there like a king on a throne, unfazed, chewing his food like nothing had happened. The clip didn’t just humiliate Ellen—it burned itself into the skin of the school’s reputation. And yet, he smiled.Raven and I shared a long, heavy look. My throat tightened. We picked up our things and walked out without a word. Just as we passed Noah, he glanced at Raven. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. It was hollow—mocking.The bell rang, dragging us back to class. But nothing felt the same. Not the desk. Not the air. Not even the familiar sound of the fan clacking overhead. Everything felt too loud and too quiet all at once. The day crawled by, suffocating.When the final bell rang, Raven turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper. "We have to check on her. This is my brother's fault."I nodded. "I'm coming with you."