Malentendido の小説・ストーリー

“As long as you hurt, I will hurt too, you know that, my little kitty? And I hurt a thousand times more than you!" “Are you kidding me? You don't live with my body and you think you'll feel what I feel? You have weird ideas and thoughts!” Being commented like that by Mia, the man feels both amused and helpless because Mia often understands Malcolm's words literally. But Malcolm doesn't want to say it out loud, because this would make his sentence lose its original value. And if he doesn't say it, Mia can't understand properly. Malcolm laughs at this thought, covering his mouth to keep from making a sound. Seeing the man's strange expression, the girl also finds it funny, so Mia spontaneously

And forgive me, I'm very happy to know that now, Heitor intends to follow his heart. I was trying to formulate a coherent thought, but it was very difficult to understand what Mr. Vicente was saying. It was as if the mistake came from Heitor, not from Bernardo and me, as it happened." "I... I... don't understand..." I stammered terribly.

A flicker of audio with a missing line, unreadable characters instead of his usual processing code. Not just skipped, but damaged and I stare at it for a long time. Because I know what I heard and if I’m right… it’s not a glitch. It’s a memory.

he retorted, his voice dripping with contempt. Adam blinked rapidly, trying to process the overwhelming flood of emotions and information. He desperately sought a rational explanation, something that would restore his faith in Isabella's judgment. Yet, in that moment, he felt a wave of uncertainty and confusion washing over him, leaving him to question the very foundation of their friendship.

Then the system spoke again. But now it was inconsistent across their perceptions. Fragmented. Unstable. COGNITIVE INTEGRITY… PARTIAL… Anna frowned. “…did you hear that clearly?” Adrian answered after a moment. “I heard a different version.” Silence. Anna’s stomach tightened slightly. “That is not possible.” “It is,” Adrian said quietly. “And it is happening.” Anna looked around slowly. Her environment still appeared stable. But now she realized stability was no longer shared truth. It was personal interpretation.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. It was disconcerting to feel like someone else knew me better than I knew myself. He seemed to have an unfair advantage. Nathan looked puzzled. “The reason you can’t remember is because when you go into parataxic distortion, things become that—distorted. You can’t think clearly, your emotions become the sole focus, and your head gets fuzzy. Memory is skewed and off. So, even if you do remember, you won’t see it for what it was. You might see the person who offended you as monstrous, or hideous, or being out to get you, when that may not be accurate at all.” He grabbed a file from his bag.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

he asked. Avery took another shaky breath. None of this made sense. She had no memories of her childhood. Of growing up. Of her life. But there was no way she had been his girlfriend if she was married to Henry. This man was mistaken, she thought. But if what Kevin was saying was true… then what was real? And if she had disappeared, then where had she gone? And why couldn’t she remember any of it? Kevin sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know what happened to you, Raina. But I know you. And I know that for you to forget me? Something had to have gone very, very wrong.” he said.

I came back to reality with the old man in front of me smiling as sweetly as an old man can smile. His dentures were coffee stained and he smelled like he hasn’t showered in days. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you." the man said before he winked at me. I paused for a minute, trying to search for the words I would say to him without giving myself away. "No, it's my fault," I replied coolly, "I'm a tad on the clumsy side." I smiled at him as innocently as possible. He seemed to have bought my act as he moved to make the conversation last longer.

Minus The DEMONS who’d cooked up last night’s events had taken up residency inside my skull. They jabbed me awake with their pitchforks and set up some sort of sadistic slide show of last night’s events. Strange scenes played out in my mind like fragmented flickers, and I could barely make sense of what was real, and what was imagined. The last thing I clearly remembered was a tray of shot glasses, the karaoke machine firing up, and dancing with two very handsy women. Shit, for all I knew, I was currently in bed with one…or both of them. I was afraid to open my eyes and look.