The Carnival Game [Part 6]

Once they reach the end of the of stalls, he finds himself in a square, a plaza of sorts. There is a fountain in the middle, just like Tar assured him, with a marble statue decorating it in the center. It is of a man who is getting stabbed by another with a dagger. The insignia writes ‘et tu brute?’

Caesars death.

“I don’t think you want to watch me wash my shirt,” Robert remarks, making her smile lightly. She moves away, to the other side of the fountain, where they cannot see eachother. As he starts washing his bloody arms and face, he questions her, “Isn’t the rule of no teaming still in place? We could both die.”

“Nay,” she responds, “Since no vendors are actively watching the both of us, it’s fine. That’s the extent of the rule, but not everyone knows.”

There is another moment of silence as Robert continues to wash himself.

“What’s your story?” Tar suddenly asks, making him pause his washing. When he doesn’t immediately reply, she gets a bit encouraged, explaining, “You know, why are you here? What made you insane enough to come here if you know the mortality rate of this one? You said you’re new, right? So you’re in the last batch, this week. You knew what the games and the stakes were so…”

“To be honest, I didn’t, ” Robert interrupts, slipping out of his shoes. The asphalt is warm to the touch from underground pipes in certain spots. They keep the fountain water warm, a nice temperature, especially to wash your face and blood. The tunes of the carnival seem to be quieter here too, like none of the speakers are directed to the center.

“I was picked up by a black suv, and the driver asked whether I wanted to participate in a game that could cost me my life or make me a millionaire. So I got in and signed the papers. They dumped me here soon after, just about 45 minutes ago or so,” Robert explains.

“Ah,” is all he hears from the other side. He himself is washing away the blood on his legs, letting it run into the fountain. Then he peels off the vest from the vendor he’d dragged here and starts washing it.

“Why are you here?” He asks. She lets out a heavy sigh, one he’s familiar with. It’s the same one he used to make when hitting a bar or two after a long day of drilling recruits, and sometimes in nights after narrowly avoiding shrapnel lodging into his body during an ambush.

“I’m here to take care of a kid who got himself into some messes. He’s kind of like a brother to me,” she explains, making Robert openly gaze away for a moment, distaste evident in his expression, as it’s not like she can see him.

He comes across people like her often. They will miss their families, wish to go home, but Robert can only give them harsh words to ground them. It’s always in situations like these that people start getting sentimental too, and it makes them unreliable. He can’t have a soldier out there from whom he doesn’t know if they will tough it up and throw that grenade or pull the trigger as soon as some sentimental thought comes into their head. Yes, they are good memories, but it is a careful scale to balance.

“It doesn’t seem like you have someone you care of, judging by your silence,” Tar remarks as Robert wrings out the vest. There is still a faint trace of where he didn’t scrub properly, but the fountan now has a nice pool of diluted blood. He supposes it matches the statue.

“No,” Robert admits, shaking out the vest. It looks like it could fit him, but he’ll wait until it’s dry.

Not to mention that his brother drove his mom to suici-.

“The kid I’m looking after… he’s kind,” Tar suddenly remarks, snapping Roberts attention back. Oh right. She likes to share information.

“I’m just about done,” Robert tells her, putting his shoes back on, rifle on the edge of the fountain. The ammo is in his pocket now. He can hear her get up, and she appears just a moment later.

“I’ll explain what I know about a few of the rules then,” she starts, and he nods, head gesturing to the corpses.

“What about them?”

“Don’t worry about those,” Tar replies lightly. I see you already took her vest. Others will come and loot, then dispose of them.“

He watches her, but doesn’t decide to comment. Tar is the best shot to get information from for now anyway, so it’s not good to doubt her.

"I don’t know how much you know, but the basic goal here is to get 3000 tickets accumulated all together, amongst players. The biggest issue right now is that many of the vendors are players who played big, so they hold a majority of the tickets.”

“Wait,” Robert interrupts, “I thought it was 1000.”

Tars face darkens at that. She clarifies after a moment of gathering herself, remarking, “That’s what we thought too. But 1000 are added for every week we met the previous number. The reason this place is deserted is because we didn’t meet it last week, on purpose mind you. Not everyone knows the numbers, but it was one life for every 100 tickets under the cut. According to statistics, those killed by the system only lose 50% of their tickets, and now that Kirin and Elaine are gone, we’re still a little over 1000 tickets under the needed number for by the end of this week.”

How does she know all these numbers? He supposes he won’t get an answer even if he does ask.

“There will be a lot of players, new players, coming today, players that will get everyone killed if they play the wrong games. You have 150 tickets on your account, so no one will look to you,” she further says, looking off. It seems to be toward the entrance of the carnival, so far away from where they are now, “But other newbies will be targets. I won’t deny that I’ll be keeping my eye out aswell. I suggest you do the same if we want to win this.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Robert remarks. So that’s her angle. She really is altruistic in a twisted sense. In the end, she didn’t give him info on any of the games that are safe either.

A small smile cracks on his lips. He’s always wanted to go to a carnival anyway, so it’s more fun like this. Robert picks up the rifle and his new vest and, after checking the bodies of both corpses once more for anything useful, turns away and toward the sound of music playing and people talking and busy streets.

The Carnival Game [Part 5]

He gets up after the deed is done. His bare legs are bloodied in red, aswell as his shirt. Thank goodness that it isn’t a humid night, or else this mess might have gotten a lot more uncomfortable. He turns to the woman who had been in the stall from which he got the gun, about to ask her whether she had water. One glance and that plan falls to dust. Blood is oozing from her neck running down her arms, down her chest. When he steps closer, the cause is clear: It was the stray bullet that the kid had shot, dug deep in her neck.

Robert lets out a worn out sigh, turning back to the corpse of the boy. He picks up the rifle and turns to the wall with the targets that are lined up at the now deceased womans stand. Better to be safe than sorry. The first shot is directed at the small round target, painted in azure blue, with the symbol for 250 points. Then, he lets his gaze sweep the rows, looking for the 50 pointer. The target is tiny, about the size of a fingerprint, but at this short distance, it isn’t hard to shoot it. It’s interesting that the rifle uses proper bullets instead of lead ones. Maybe it’s for accuracy, but it could also be for… something else.

The speaker closest to him chimes with the jingling of little bells.

“Congratulations, player. The 20 tickets of the target game have been added to your account. The vendors leftover tickets, amounting to 130 have also been added. Both of their stalls, along with the rules that are enforced with them, are now deactivated.”

Robert takes a deep breath. It seems that the death of the vendor will also make the stall inactive. That would explain why there were so many empty stalls.

“You ok?” A voice calls out from behind him. Roberts head snaps to the sound of another person. He hadn’t even heard her. The womans hands go up when she spots the rifle in his hands.

“I’m here in peace. I heard gunshots and some yelling, so I thought I should check it out,” she quickly explains. The woman seems to have a south American background, thick wiry hair braided into one long dutch braid that reaches to her knees.

“Ah alright. Yeah, everything is fine here,” he responds, relaxing again. He reaches over the desk of the booth, fingering for drawers and pulling them out one by one. The third is blocked by the dead vendor, and he pushes away her leg in order to reach it.

“I just arrived so any help would be appreciated,” he tells the woman as she just watches him. This drawer has what he’s looking for, a box of ammunition for the rifle. She walks toward the corpse of the male vendor, kneeling down and closing his eyes.

Robert turns back, leaning against the stall, and asks, “Do you know him?”

The woman shrugs, recalling, “I exchanged information with him once, about the balloon stand. He wanted to figure out what all the confetti colors meant by trying out as many as possible. Since it’s one of the safest games here.”

Robert glances down at the corpse.

“So then, one of the colors swapped him into the role of vendor, I suppose,” he remarks. The woman stands up with a sigh.

“I’m Tar, by the way. If you want, I can show you to the fountain. Let’s take the corpses too.”

Robert eyes her warily. He is not sure whether to trust her. A player is a player, after all, and everyone is here for themselves. She notices his look and lets out a small tsk, a smile curving her lips upwards.

“Don’t worry, I’m an altruist, at least for this game, since we have to win with an accumulated effort. The fountan is just down the road,” she assures. Robert takes the womans corpse, roughly heaving her over the counter. She is not the lightest of weights, but he’s carried heavier comrades. Tar, on the other hand, just takes the corpse of the man by the arm, dragging him along as the walk. It leaves a smeared blood trail, one that’s sure to stick around if not washed away.

Now that he’s walking, he gets a better view of the lane he’d run down. Many stalls are empty, but there are the occasional ones that have a vendor standing or sitting, ready to greet players. Each empty stall plays the same music still, a cheerful melody. He notices the occasional player between too stalls, usually seated and watching as he passes. Some lay on the ground, presumably sleeping and possibly dead.

The Carnival Game [Part 4]

Robert races inbetween two stalls, turning left, then right. The vendor player must be nearby, only one or two blocks away. His eyes lock onto a side trail, one with asphalt instead of gravel. That is good. Even if this leads him further in, it’s better to run on quietly. Robert slows down as soon as he hits the asphalt and quietly makes his way down the road. He glances down each path, spotting a few players here and there. So he isn’t alone, they’re just scattered. Roberts eyes scan the stalls. Where is this blasted game when you need it. There is what seems to be a juggling station to his left, and a tarot card reading further up to the right. His eyes glance back when he hears running footsteps among the recorded bustling steps from the speakers. Robert spots another open stall ahead and quickly runs for it.

This one is exactly what he was looking for, a game with rifles and little targets to shoot at. A young teenage girl is manning the stall, and she jumps at the sight of his quick approach.

“How many shots do I get in one game?” Robert asks her, a clear sense of urgency in his voice as he breathes hard.

“Welcome to the game. You get three shots to hit 300 points,” the girl quickly explains, words tumbling out of her mouth. Robert glances at the targets. Each one has different numbers on them. Most say 100 but some show 250 and others only 50.

Robert takes the rifle just as the vendor comes in sight. When the guy sees Robert and the rifle, though, he turns back. Robert can hear him coming closer using a side alley. Smart kid. He clicks the control into place and stands ready. Here he comes. From behind. Roberts eyes widen as he twirls around, gun slapping Kirin in the face. The hit young man lets out a yelp, but reovers quickly, trying to grab the gun and running into Robert with the knife at the ready. Robert pushes the gun at the kid and, sincd he grabbed it, he loses balance for a moment. The moment is long enough for the man to pull in and grab the kids arm with the knife with both hands. Moments later, Kirins scream sounds out as an ugly cracking noise is heard from his bones. Robert broke his arm, grabbing the fallen knife. The man stabs the kid in the chest as they both fall to the ground. Kirin flails wildly, a stray gunshot sounding out as he accidentally pulls the trigger.

Robert stabs Kirin again and again, counting quietly. The next jab is to the lungs and the third is in the shoulder. He knows plenty of young men that were killed. Their lives taken by war and illness. He recalls visiting each one by their deathbed, bringing comfort with stories and memories that the recruits made.

He makes a total of 23 stabs, even after the light has faded from Kirins eyes. It is the amount that Caesar was found with.

Robert stands up, heart heavy. Everyone has blood on their hands here, and this kid clearly did too.

What people do for money.

Incredible come-from-behind victory stuns as rival’s collapse, all-time choke rocks Players in $6.5m swing

Cameron Young’s clutch closing stretch delivered the American his first Players Championship title following a tense battle with Matt Fitzpatrick at TPC Sawgrass.
Young was a shot behind with two holes left to play, but produced an iconic tee shot at the island green par 3 17th to put him on the path to a stunning come-from-behind victory.
Watch The Players Championships plus all four Golf Majors…

View On WordPress

The Carnival Game [Part 2]

“Welcome, player, to the game of goldfish. It’s simple. Just take a plastic bag and try your luck,” the boy greets. Era’s words echo in his head. Make sure to know the wager.

“What happens if I lose?” Robert asks. He is hesitant to ask even that, knowing that the ticket woman had a limit for questioning. The boy giggles, blue eyes shining to contrast the dark rings under his eyes.

“We will have a shooting duel,” he explains with a bright expression. There is no hint of dullness, a complete contrary to the ticket woman, but it makes the whole situation more eerie.

“A duel,” he mutters thoughtfully. His eyes fall to the plastic bags one has to catch a fish with. They look like those from the grocery store. It’s an unlikely win.

“I will do it,” Robert agrees, taking one. He watches as the fish swim around in the pool. There is no way to catch a fish like this. Robert glances to the boy. There is a little shaker placed below his stool.

“Is that fish food?” he asks the boy. That is question two. The boy shows no fear. Maybe the three questions rule doesn’t apply to him.

“This is fish food,” he confirms. Robert walks around the pool and crouches to the boys level. The kid doesn’t move, even when the shaker is taken. Interesting. Robert stands back up again and sprinkles fish food on a spot in the pool. Then, he waits. Some fish rise to the surface, but he doesn’t use up his swipe just yet. Only when one fish is left feeding on the food does he use his bag and skims it over the surface, trapping the fish in the bag with a little bit of water.

“Ahah!” he calls out in triumph, holding up his catch. It was a success.

“Congratulations,” the boy says with a smile, “Your 20 prize tickets have been added to your name. You also have won the goldfish that you caught. Take good care of it.”

Instead of taking the fish, though, Robert dumps it back into the pool.

“I’m not good at taking care of others, so I hope you don’t mind that this little one stays with you,” Robert tells the kid, who’s face is laced with mild surprise at his action. With that, he continues to the next stall.

83 Points of Pure Bam! Adebayo Obliterates Record Books, Soaring to Second All-Time in Heat’s Rout.

An extraordinary evening unfolded for Bam Adebayo of the Miami Heat as he faced the Washington Wizards.

Bam Adebayo characterized his 83-point performance versus the Washington Wizards as “unreal.”
Adebayo’s stellar achievement for the Miami Heat positioned him second on the historical record of points amassed in an NBA match, trailing solely Wilt Chamberlain, who tallied 100 in 1962. Kobe…

83 Points of Pure Bam! Adebayo Obliterates Record Books, Soaring to Second All-Time in Heat’s Rout.

Shimron Hetmyer creates T20 World Cup history, sets all-time record vs India | Cricket News - The Times of India

Shimron Hetmyer has created a new record for hitting the most sixes in a single T20 World Cup edition. He smashed 19 sixes, surpassing Sahibzada Farhan. Hetmyer’s powerful hitting has been a highlight for the West Indies. The article also mentions other notable six-hitters from past tournaments. India secured a semifinal spot after a thrilling chase against the West Indies.

Source link

View On WordPress

Alcaraz, pe locul 4 într-un clasament all-time al turneelor ATP 500, după victoria de la Doha

Spaniolul în vârstă de 22 de ani a reușit sâmbătă seara o nouă performanță la turneul de la Doha, unde l-a învins în finală pe francezul Arthur Fils, cu 6-2, 6-1, în doar 50 de minute.
Triumful lui Alcaraz în Qatar vine la doar 20 de zile după ce a devenit cel mai tânăr jucător din istorie care a câștigat Career Grand Slam la Australian Open.
„Am venit anul acesta cu o foame de victorii”, a…

View On WordPress

Someone hates the rain

Tar derailing

‘Immigration should not…’: Canadian lawyer says fertility rate is at all-time low and mass migration is not the solution - The Times of India

Canada’s fertility rate has hit an all-time low, sparking concern among experts and politicians about the long-term sustainability of the nation’s population. Leslyn Lewis, a Canadian lawyer and politician, said mass immigration should not be treated as a substitute for a society that struggles to support families.“Canada now has one of the lowest fertility rates in the world,” Lewis posted on X.…

View On WordPress

Grammy Awards Best Dressed of All-Time: Photos

The Grammy Awards have long been one of the most fashion-forward nights in entertainment, with music’s biggest stars using the red carpet as a stage for bold style statements. While the ceremony celebrates the year’s top musical achievements, it has also become a place where artists push boundaries, debut new trends, and deliver unforgettable fashion moments.

Over the decades, the Grammys have…

Grammy Awards Best Dressed of All-Time: Photos

Teyana Taylor’s Sexiest Pics of All-Time

Teyana Taylor is a true multi-hyphenate, with talents spanning music, acting, dancing, choreography, directing, modeling, and fashion. She first entered the industry after signing with Pharrell Williams’ Star Trak Entertainment in 2005 and later gained widespread acclaim through her creative partnership with Kanye West. Her 2018 album K.T.S.E. (Keep That Same Energy) became her most commercially…

Teyana Taylor’s Sexiest Pics of All-Time

NBA all-time top scorers list - Kevin Durant moves past Dirk Nowitzki into sixth position

Kevin Durant moved past Dirk Nowitzki to occupy sixth place on the NBA’s all-time point-scoring list after racking up 18 points during Houston Rockets’ 119-110 win over New Orleans Pelicans on Sunday night.
That haul moved Durant up to 31,562 career points, and took him past former Dallas Mavericks star Nowitzki, who has 31,560. He now sits behind Michael Jordan, who is in fifth place with 32,292…

NBA all-time top scorers list - Kevin Durant moves past Dirk Nowitzki into sixth position

Golden Globes: Most Memorable PDA Moments of All-Time in Pictures

The Golden Globes have long been one of Hollywood’s most glamorous — and most romantic — award shows. Over the years, the star-studded event has delivered countless memorable moments of celebrity PDA, from couples stealing kisses on the red carpet to sweet embraces caught inside the ballroom. Whether celebrating big wins, supporting their partners, or simply enjoying the night together, these…

Golden Globes: Most Memorable PDA Moments of All-Time in Pictures

Adonis meets Robin

Adonis cautiously peers into the darkness of the cave. The walls are moist, and he can hear the echo of water dripping from inside.

“Are you sure that she lives here?” He questions Skylar who is stood beside him.

“You’re the one with the letter from Corvus,” she responds with a shrug, eyes scanning the interior. It’s too dark for either of them to see very far, but it is big, that’s for sure. Adonis glances down at the paper he’s holding, turning in a way that the light from outside still falls onto it. He reads out loud what it says on it.

“Next, I want you to meet Robin. She’s usually in the cave resembling a heart by the coast of Africa. The ship knows the way there.”

“Well, this must be it then,” Skylar confirms. He still hesitates, calling out into the darkness, “Hello?”

“No one’s going to answer-,” his friend starts before pausing. Two glowing yellow eyes appear in the darkness, a vague laying shape outlining it. Her hand goes to the knife by her side.

“Are you…, uh,” Adonis starts, “Robin?”

The eyes suddenly disappear, making him glance around. Where is the figure?

“I am, yeah,” a girl suddenly speaks behind them. Adonis freezes in surprise while Skylar whips around, fully ready to punch something. Her muscles relax when she realizes there is no danger, only a human. Her hair is curly and black, with kind, dark brown eyes. Robin wears only a tank top of sorts, with a material that reminds Skylar of leather, and a skirt that reaches her knees. She has a feathery speckled brown shawl or something around her neck, hanging down loosely.

“I’m Adonis,” the boy hastily greets, overcoming his previous surprise. Skylar stays quiet, sizing Robin up mentally.

“Ah, the ship boy, right?” Robin recalls with a smile, “I thought you’d be coming soon.”

A soft growl is emitted from within, turning the attention of all three back to the inside of the cave. There are the glowing eyes again. The creature stands up and draws closer. Adonis nearly stumbles back in surprise when he recognizes what it is.

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” Robin laughs, noticing his reaction to the male lion that appears before them. The mane isn’t fully grown out yet, making it a youngster.

“So you just keep lions as pets?” Skylar finally speaks, questioning Robin.

“No,” the native immediately denies, voice becoming more serious. Adonis gazes at the beautiful and luscious lions fur. It’s quite the imposing beast. Robin further explains, “This lion currently has no pride. He’ll have to fight for one once he’s at the right age, but for now, I’ll let him shelter from the hunters here.”

“Hunters?” Adonis echoes, “As in… Poachers?”

Robin nods, expression grave.

“The one race that takes lives for pleasure has come out here. They won’t get a hit as long as I am here.”

“You can’t be everywhere at once, though,” Skylar criticizes and Robin takes a deep breath, staring out at the open sky behind them.

“You’re right. But I’ll try. That’s my job here, as an immortal, you know?” she explains. Adonis watches the lion leave, stepping out into the sunlight and further, slowly walking away.

“I see. You are like a protector of wildlife,” he realizes. Robin nods her head, confirming.

“I’ll be on my way now,” she continues, “There is more to be done today. Thanks for dropping by, though.”

Skylar and Adonis both say their goodbye as she also starts walking away. A light wind blows and they watch as her shawl opens up and grow with a burst, feathers flying.

“They’re wings,” Skylar breathes, eyes lighting up. Robin flaps them once, and suddenly disappears from view. Adonis scans the sky, but he can only make out the faint dot of her before it vanishes too. That is definitely the most effective travelling he’s seen so far.

Adonis turns back to the now empty cave, remarking, “That was kind of… anticlimactic.”

Skylar shrugs as he pulls out his letter.

“At least we visited her, you know,” she points out, “But it was a long voyage getting here for only that to be our interaction, yeah.”

Ace’s Reflection paper in prison

This weeks question is ‘how do you feel here? What is this place for you?’. For once, it’s not a question of the past, but instead, the present.

This prison is more like a mashup of prison and psych ward. There is no crying in your room, no slipping out from work, no secrets. Everything you do is monitored and closely documented. It is an experiment at the same time, or at least, that’s what I’m starting to believe.

If one can document every single move, every single action and calculate it, is prediction possible? I feel like they’re trying to constantly monitor us to try and predict our actions or the way we will develop the longer we stay here. Maybe what will trigger us or what will break us.

I feel analyzed here, challenged. I dont find that bad, since it keeps my thoughts active. I don’t wish to lose my will and don’t intend on giving up my freedom either. Your prison tries to rob us from it. Never seeing the outside world again is usually enough of a blow to break some over time. We have no idea how the world outside is functioning or what is happening. We are really as secluded as can be.

This place… it’s a cunning little trick. A mental trick. I don’t believe in it. No prison will break what I have. One day an accident will happen, and it will ruin everything here, and that is satisfying enough to know. Nothing is perfect. You can’t perfectly predict my actions. Even in your special green room, you can’t.

I’m figuring this place out, don’t worry. And it’s not like you can up your watch on us even more. I know I will land in solitary for writing and submitting this but who cares.

Thank you and good night.

323 Words

Silver Explodes To $80 And Platinum Examinations Its All-Time Highs

Silver Explodes To $80 And Platinum Examinations Its All-Time Highs.

Silver Explodes To $80 And Platinum Examinations Its All-Time Highs

A Fang that lives (Corvus x Chris)

Corvus rows, stroke after stroke. It’s a small boat he’s in, a wooden rowboat to be precise. There is only space for two but he needs no more than that. It is dark all around, with a sky of hazy grey mist and clouds, and the water around him polkuted with souls. They all wish to cross onto the land he’s rowing toward, but cannot leave the waters, glowing from below

Corvus dips in his oars back into the river with a gentleness of a floating snowflake, barely stirring the waters as he pulls to move closer to shore. There is not a single sound in this area. There is a figure waiting there, a man of lean stature and elegant posture.

Corvus doesn’t utter a word as the boat bumps against the shore. The man steps in, and seats himself, holding his hands out to take the oars. Corvus obliges. Down here, the man has no face to distinguish his identity, but Corvus knows through that single action, that it is Chris. Chris Fang, the demon king.

Chris begins to row across the river, and Corvus watches quietly. This is what… the fifteenth time Chris has died? He always takes the oars from Corvus, and rows himself back to the living world. A demon king can’t die unnaturally after all. They have to succumb to their own genetic failures, which has to be influenced by nothing. Such a death is nearly impossible to create.

As they reach the midway point, the wood begins to groan softly. It is aging once more. Corvus glances down toward the souls accompanying the little Boat. They collect around the hull, forming a faint glow from below. Chris continues dipping his oars amongst them, swiftly pushing the little boat on.

Corvus watches.

They are nearly there. The souls are departing from the boat, one by one, they drift off. Each represents the hosts will to live, making them really only fragments of the souls. Corvus could watch them forever. There’s something haunting and mesmerizing about them, to have a will without a thought.

When the boat bumps the shore, Chris gets out first. Corvus glances to his friend as he steps onto the shore. Chris’ features become more defined by the moment. The silky hair, the near black eyes, the mouth, nose, and ears.

“Come with me,” Chris suddenly speaks behind him, holding out his hand. His voice carries across the underworld, and yet it’s swallowed up at the same time. Corvus starts shaking his head lightly, but Chris doesn’t stop there.

“Why do you refuse to let me into your heart?” He questions, “Why can you not love me?”

“I don’t know,” Corvus sighs, staring up to the mist hanging above, “I don’t know if I can love or if this is love and I just don’t see it. I don’t think I feel what you do.”

Chris swallows hard, admitting, “I don’t know what you feel either. But I know when I’m with you… I want to stay, drink and see you happy. You could try at least.”

Corvus grips his oars and dips them in the water. It is murky, and the souls have moved away, leaving them in even more darkness as before.

“Go home,” he tells Chris, “What you feel is loneliness.”

“You’re so stubborn, won’t even try something,” Chris quietly says, voice cracking a little, “I died just to talk, and you turn away. When will you open up?”

“I don’t know, ok?” Corvus suddenly snaps. Chris is too overwhelming right now. He hates when this topic comes. When Corvus turns back to face bis friend and say something, he’s gone already.

All these feelings Chris has, he doesn’t want them. He wants a friend, but Chris wants to go further. So childish of them two. He smiles a little, a tear rolling down his cheek.

He doesn’t want to lose Chris as a friend, but he doesn’t know how to continue from here.

Alphabet (GOOGL) Eyes Outbreak Above All-Time High As AI Chip Technique Reshapes View

Investors Union is a leading economic portal committed to encouraging investors and capitalists with crucial details to optimize their success in the economic markets. Its objective is to produce a relied on system where customers can conveniently access extensive information regarding the leading brokerage firm companies providing one of the most desirable and smooth trading problems.

.…

Alphabet (GOOGL) Eyes Outbreak Above All-Time High As AI Chip Technique Reshapes View