2023-05-29 15:37:26Andrew put down his work, and hurriedly entered the boss's office. A pen flew toward his head, and Andrew narrowly avoided it.
"Andrew, your salary is cut off. You won't get any single coin in the next six months."
Andrew frozen in the place, "Sir, I didn’t do anything wrong."
"Explain these videos!"
Andrew's eyes widened when he saw dozens of rated videos plastered on his boss's computer screen.
"I asked you to send me the document, and you sent me THIS?! I almost sent them to the head of the company. You piece of s1t. No wonder you could only be a porter for the rest of your life!"
"Sir, this is clearly a mistake. I didn't put those videos in your files at all. I--."
"Shut up, Andrew. You should be grateful you still have a job."
Andrew could only lower his eyes and leave his boss's room with a feeling of tightness in him. His body felt limp, his heart pounding. He actually got dumped for one reason he never did.
He didn't know how to tell his girlfriend this news.
"Why now?" Andrew muttered, "I was about to purpose to Nadine…"
Nadine is his girlfriend. They have been together for 2 years. Andrew tries his best to meet all of Nadine's demands in order to provide her with a better life. He dreams to marry her - the person he loves with all his heart.
What happens is the contrary. Instead, the work sustaining his life plunged into the abyss, so little light remained.
"I'm home, sweetheart."
Andrew said when he stepped into the house. His hand was already on the doorknob and was preparing to open it when his ears caught a moan that belonged to Nadine.
"Ahh, babe, that was so good. You're so good. I can't control myself when I'm with you!"
"Yeah…my girl… You’re the best. Those two on you are also the best."
A loud slap on somewhere Andrew didn’t want to know. And giggles.
Nadine was not alone; another man was with her.
Andrew swallowed his saliva. His brain was totally blank.
"When can we be together, babe?" It was Nadine’s sweet voice, which now only made Andrew sick.
"Soon. Our plan worked. Your idea to trap Andrew with rated videos was awesome, Nadine." The man answered.
“Will he get fired?”
“I think so.” The man said, “Unless my father really likes him. Snlt. I couldn’t stand his stupid face anymore.”
Andrew recognized the voice, it’s the son of his boss, Orlando!
“I couldn’t stand living with Andrew anymore.” Andrew heard his girlfriend said, “I hope you can be in me all the time.”
Andrew's anger peaked; without wasting time, he opened Nadine's bedroom door. What caught his eye was his partly-dressed girlfriend and a man who was also wearing only…
"Andrews! Since when did you—KYAA!"
Without a word leaving his mouth, Andrew threw a punch to the face of the man.
"Stop it, Andrew!"
Andrew's hand stopped when Nadine forced her way in the middle of the fight. She hugged Orlando tightly, leaving her body exposed without a single thread.
"Why did you betray me?! Why did you frame me?! I don’t understand…what did I do wrong to you?!"
"Because I've had enough of you, Andrew! We have been 2 years, you never bought me any expensive stuff! You cheap useless trash…Look at my face, look at my body! Men ask my numbers all the time when I’m on the street. Why should I ever be a broke man like you?!"
"I always take care of you. I gave you anything you want. I gave all my salary to you!" Andrew looked at Nadine in a daze. His voice was shattered, like his heart.
Orlando, still in pain from the punch to his face, got up and said. "Thank you, Andrew. You are dead!"
Orlando hit Andrew back. Andrew tried to struggle and fight back, but his mind was so divided into anger and disappointment that he couldn't focus on the fight. Caught off guard, a punch to the stomach made Andrew fall to the ground.
"How dare you hit me; who do you think you are, Andrew?!"
Orlando pulled Andrew's body back; he pushed him towards the wall.
But Andrew fought back. Andrews countered with a punch to Orlando's face. Just as he was about to add one more punch--
"AKH!"
Andrew fell to the floor with his head covered in blood.
"Is he out?!" Nadine held a vase in her hand, watched Andrew fall to the floor.
If Andrew were awake, he would know that the vase was the anniversary gift from him to his girlfriend, and now it was being knocked on his head by her.
Orlando smiled crookedly and hugged Nadine. "Nice one, baby. He deserved that."
Orlando wiped his shoes on Andrew's fainted body before they left the room. However, a light appeared without them noticing.
A light came from something that was worn by Andrew, his necklace.
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Season 3-Chp 109
The silence after the storm was not peace.It was memory holding its breath.For the first time in months, the Spire no longer glowed. The Mirror Sea had fallen still, its once-living surface hardened into glass. The wind blew without rhythm. The hum had faded, leaving only the faint sound of waves breaking against the edge of a world that had almost remembered itself too much.Helena stood on the cliffs above Eiren, the ocean spread before her like a vast, silver scar.The people had stopped praying.The sky no longer answered.And yet, deep within her chest, something still pulsed. Not loud, not dangerous — just a heartbeat that refused to belong entirely to her.Lira joined her near dusk. She walked slowly, as if afraid the ground itself might still shift beneath her.“You’ve been standing here since morning,” she said. “You’ll turn to stone if you don’t move.”“Maybe that would help,” Helena murmured.Lira frowned. “Help what?”“Everything. The world. Me.”She gestured toward the
Season 3-Chp 108
The first tremor reached Eiren at dawn.Helena felt it before she heard it — a subtle distortion in the air, as though the world itself had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale. Her reflection in the window stretched thin, the edges of her face blurring like wet ink.Then the sound came.A low, rolling moan that seemed to travel through stone and water alike.Lira burst into the room moments later, cloak half-tied, eyes wide.“Did you feel that?”Helena nodded slowly. “It’s the south.”“How can you know?”Helena turned toward the sea. The horizon shimmered, bending light the way heat bends distance. Beneath the surface, faint flashes of silver pulsed like veins.“I can feel them,” she said. “All of them. Every reflection that ever whispered my name.”Lira’s face paled. “Then Caldra’s gone.”“No,” Helena murmured. “Not gone. Remembered too hard.”By noon, the sea had risen.It wasn’t water anymore. Not truly. It moved like liquid glass — viscous, heavy, humming softly as it spread inlan
Season 3-Chp 107
The first mirror grew overnight.No one built it. No one hung it. It simply appeared — a perfect circle of silver glass clinging to the wall above the altar. The townspeople found it at dawn, gleaming like a frozen moon, its surface trembling as if breathing.Father Oran called it a blessing. He said the Mirrorborn had answered their devotion.But Myra, standing at the back of the square, only felt the air thicken.The reflection didn’t show the town. It showed the sea — calm, endless, impossibly still.And in that stillness, something was watching.By noon, there were seven mirrors.Each one appeared where someone had prayed the night before: above doorways, along the docks, on the hull of a fishing boat.They reflected not what was before them, but where faith looked.When a fisherman knelt to pray for safety, his mirror showed a storm — a warning.When a mother prayed for her sick child, hers showed a cradle filled with light.When Myra walked past them, they showed her nothing. On
Season 3-Chp 106
The dreams returned before the voices did.At first, they were small things — soundless flashes behind her eyes, the reflection of moonlight on still water, the faint hum of the Veil she thought she’d buried beneath this new earth. But with each passing night, they grew louder.By the time Helena woke on the seventh morning, the sound had entered her bones again — faint, steady, and unbearably familiar.Three beats.Pause.Two.It came from nowhere and everywhere at once.She left her bed before dawn and stepped outside. The air smelled of salt and burnt rain. Eiren was still asleep, but she could feel it: a restlessness under the soil, a vibration behind the silence.The Spire shimmered faintly on the horizon, its shadow long and thin.Lira joined her a few minutes later, wrapped in a rough wool cloak, hair unbraided and wild. She didn’t speak right away. She didn’t have to. The tremor in the air said everything.“It’s spreading,” Helena said quietly.Lira’s breath fogged the cold mo
Season 3-Chp 105
No one in the southern settlements had ever seen the Spire, but everyone knew where to point.If you stood at dusk and followed the faint seam of silver running across the northern horizon, that was it — the edge of the world, where stories began and people stopped pretending not to believe in miracles.They said a woman lived there.They called her The Mirrorborn.In the fishing town of Caldra, the air smelled of rust and salt. Nets hung like cobwebs from every roof, and the waves sang a low, unending hymn.The children had stopped playing by the shore since the whispers began. The adults didn’t speak of it openly, but the rumor had already slipped between every conversation.“She walks through water without sinking.”“She speaks to glass and it answers.”“She remembers the old gods by name.”By the fifth retelling, she had become something unrecognizable — not Helena, but a myth shaped by longing.And in Caldra, myths were currency.A boy named Taron first saw the light.He was sitt
Season 3-Chp 104
For three days the sky did not change.Gray at dawn, gray at dusk — the same dull lid pressed over Eiren. The sea kept its distance, retreating farther than anyone could remember, leaving the coastline littered with shells that hummed faintly when the wind touched them.The people called it peace.Helena called it waiting.On the fourth morning, the bells rang not in alarm but in rhythm — three beats, pause, two. The same pattern the Spire had used when it spoke. The sound rippled through the fog like a heartbeat amplified by stone.Helena stood by the window of the small house Lira had given her, watching the fog curl against the glass. She hadn’t slept. The sigils under her skin glowed only when she dreamed, and she’d begun to fear what they might answer if she closed her eyes too long.Lira came in quietly, boots leaving wet prints. She carried a tray of bread and a bowl of sea-tea that shimmered faintly blue.“You need to eat,” she said.Helena turned. “I thought you’d be at the c
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