Reality 소설 & 이야기

--- Ariana exhaled slowly. --- “That sounds like I’m not real anymore,” she said. --- Oliver looked at her. --- “You’re real,” he said. --- A pause. --- “But they’re controlling how real you appear to others.” --- That explanation settled heavily. --- Because it meant one thing. --- Reality wasn’t just what existed. --- It was what was recognized. --- Ariana leaned against the locker. --- “So this is the consequence,” she said. --- Oliver nodded. --- “Yes.” ---

“Sorry, this is all new to me.” “Don’t be. I’m glad I got to see what you really look like.” She tried hard to see him as he could her, but it was just his voice. He knew exactly how to work this connection stuff, and later, he was going to tell her everything. “I have to get back to work.” Which was the truth, but she would have much rather spent the day talking to him like this, or any way she could. He made reality go far away and she liked that.

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

"Derek, truth, or dare?" "Dare," "Yell out the first word that comes into your mind," Tyler said. "BREASTS!" Derek yells out. We burst out laughing and continue with the game. "Vanessa, truth, or dare?" Derek asks. "Truth," I answer. "Which player would you like to swap lives with for a week?" He asked. "Uhh, I don't know, Hails, I guess?" I respond "Why?" Hailee questioned. "Becau--"

Aria's POV The knowledge of observation spread through reality clusters like philosophical virus, each consciousness processing the revelation differently. Through divine perception, I watched existential crises cascade across fourteen thousand realities simultaneously. "Reality-Three-Seven-Nine is demanding immediate cessation of observation," Genesis reported through her infinite-dimensional art. "They claim watched existence isn't genuine existence." "While Reality-Six-Thousand-Two fears that without observation, they'll cease to be entirely," Aria-Seven added through her distributed consciousn

"No! Please—Vincent! Help me! I'm your WIFE! You can't do this—I was wrong! I'll fix it! Please!" The only reply was the door slamming in her face. When they were gone, Vincent dropped to his knees, completely wiped. So it was all an act. The forced marriage? Fake. The stalking? Fake. He thought back to when Maggie got hurt. Serena told him to check the security footage. He didn't. Was that fake too? Suddenly, he couldn't bring himself to hit play. If Maggie had faked that too... how could he ever face Serena? What right did he even have to ask for forgiveness?

I tried remembering details, no, they only asked for my email. "No" I mumbled and he stared at me confused. "It's not possible, you must have given out your number" he said. "Maybe because I'm a scholarship student" I said and he paused. "Scholarship student?" He queried staring at me strangely. "Yes" I answered. "The school doesn't offer scholarships" he dropped the bombshell and my mouth went wide open in shock. What???

My life was so simple, so calm and so ordinary that I didn't think that one day it would all come crashing down. I mean, I didn't lose much because I didn't have the great life of a millionaire, but I did have my university, my scholarship and my dreams. Everything was so settled in place that when that horrible man came into my life to make my life better it also made me fall apart. Yes, I'm talking about Oliver Price. That monster, that demon dressed as a prince. It's bad, very bad.