Ff Exo Say の小説・ストーリー

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Zaylee's voice rang out, erupting in murmurs as guests exchanged whispers, speculating about what was really going on. "What do you mean, Zaylee?" Anna snapped, growing more furious as she felt Griffin's ex had crossed a line. "Anna, I'm sorry! But right now, I'm carrying Griffin's child!" Zaylee declared loudly, leaning playfully on Griffin's arm, further escalating the chaos. Amidst the commotion, Griffin stood motionless. He hadn't expected Zaylee to do something so reckless. "Is what she said true?" "Isn't she Griffin's secretary?"

I told Sasha as I wiped a tear that had slipped out of my eye. Sasha tickled me and I giggled like a little girl as more tears dashed out of my eyes involuntarily. “I want you to always be happy instead,” Sasha said. “And that is another reason I decided to stay back today. We are going to do something fun!” Sasha announced with glee. I grumbled as I fell deeper into the bed as though I could disappear right into the softness of the bed. “You know that I cannot go anywhere right now,” I said.

They were looking at my body with admiration in their eyes, and they didn’t miss my outfit. I cleared my throat to break their gaze. “Ehemm, hi everyone!” I greeted them with a smile. “I’m the model hired by your company to model your product. I hope we can all be friends and make my work easier. I’m Rhian Adam Suarez, your model. Nice meeting you all!” I added, but they didn’t respond, so I snapped my fingers in the air, which made them all clear their throats. I thought they would answer me, but they said something else.

"Eat and be healthy. You still need to donate blood next week." My throat closed up. My eyes burned but I refused to let the tears fall. Of course. That's all I was to him. A blood bag. Something to be maintained so it keeps working. "Yes, sir." I whispered the words without looking up. Dominic went back to his seat. He picked up his tablet again, not looking at me. I might as well have been invisible again. I looked down at the food. It smelled amazing. My body was screaming at me to eat after two days of nothing.

The words stuck with her. She was still turning them over when the television near the nurses’ station caught everyone’s attention. Live coverage. Scientists and officials speaking in careful tones. For a few fragile minutes the department seemed to breathe a little easier. Then Dr. Elias Moreau, the respected epidemiologist whose calm face had become familiar during every recent crisis, stepped to the podium. He spoke with measured authority about coordinated responses and cautious hope. A few shoulders actually relaxed. Then he coughed. Just once. He apologized with a small wave and continued.

I had forgotten to text Sara, “Oh! Shit,”’I gasped, grabbing my phone off the bed.

Susan scoffed and looked away, her attention focused on Alice, who was busy pretending I didn’t exist in her world. Only Jared stood composed, as though this incident had nothing to do with him. Suddenly, I felt exhausted, an invisible weight crashing on my shoulders. I looked at Theo. “Can we go?” He inclined his head respectfully. “The car is waiting, Madam.” I nodded. Then without another word, I walked outside, passing through the bustling crowd and music. As I finally stepped into the cool night air, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding until now. The breeze brushed against my burning cheek where Susan had slapped me, making me realize how badly it hurt.

He exhales. We're okay.