My Last Seven Days On Earth Started With A Broken Promise Chapter 06

My Last Seven Days On Earth Started With A Broken Promise Chapter 06

The Moon Court was cold, but this time the chill couldn’t touch me.

Celeste sat beneath the magnolia tree at a smooth stone table, one hand drifting over the

scrying mirror that hovered in front of her.

“Come here, Mari.”

She held out her hand, her gaze soft.

I crossed to her and curled against her knees, the way a lost thing does when it finally finds

home.

“Celeste, the human world was awful.”

“I know.”

She ran her fingers through my hair and tapped the scrying mirror.

“But it seems your humans haven’t figured out you’re gone.”

The mirror rippled, and the balcony where I’d vanished shimmered into view.

Reid was frozen mid-step, one hand still braced against the open sliding door.

He scanned the empty balcony, face knotted.

“Where’d she go?”

He turned back toward the wrecked living room.

Graham and Nolan were already there.

“Did she slip out the side while that light blinded us?”

Nolan kicked a shard of broken plate across the floor, lip curled.

“This act’s getting expensive. Did she actually set off a flashbang to sell the exit?”

Graham pressed his fingers against his temples and exhaled.

“Lock the doors. She wants to storm out, fine. Let her freeze out there until she cools off.”

“Nobody goes looking for her.”

Tessa hovered behind them, hand over her chest.

“But it’s so late. What if something happens to her? Shouldn’t we at least call someone?”

Reid scoffed. “Call who? She left without her phone or her wallet. Give it thirty minutes. She’ll come crawling back.”

From the other side of the mirror, I watched them convince themselves.

In ten years, every time I’d run, I’d always crept back before morning.

I was afraid of the dark, afraid of the cold, and most of all, afraid of what it would do to them if

I didn’t come back.

But this time, that door would never hear me knock again.

Time moved differently in the mirror.

One breath, and a full night had passed on Earth.

Morning light crept into the living room. The food still splattered across the floor had gone

sour overnight.

Reid sat up on the sofa. His eyes went straight to the front door. Still closed.

No one had knocked.

He grabbed his phone and called my number.

[We’re sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service.]

The automated voice filled the silent room.

“What do you mean, not in service?”

Graham stepped out of the kitchen with a glass of water and stopped when he heard.

“She disconnected her number?”

Nolan came down the stairs, still yawning. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“That number’s tied to everything. Social media, bank accounts, all of it.”

Something ugly and nameless tightened in Reid’s chest.

He crossed to my bedroom and pushed the door open.

The room that used to be full of my things was stripped bare. Staged. Like no one had ever lived there.

No clothes. No skincare. Even the wrinkles in the sheets had been pressed flat.

Every trace of me, erased.

“Graham.” Reid’s voice had a crack in it that wasn’t there before. “Do you think she’s actually serious?”

Graham’s face went tight.

He went to the study and pulled up the security feeds.

“Pull up last night. The exterior cameras. See where she went.”

He dragged the playback bar to eight p.m.

On screen, a blast of white light swallowed the balcony, whiting out the camera for three full seconds.

When it cleared, the balcony was empty.

No one climbing over the railing. No one leaving through the front door.

A living person had vanished into nothing.

“That’s not possible…”

Nolan stared at the screen. “What was that light? Some kind of special-effects rig?”

Tessa drifted over with a plate of breakfast, smile a little too easy.

“It’s probably just some stunt she set up. She’s resourceful like that. Dodging a camera wouldn’t be hard.”

“Come eat, Reid. She’ll be back once she’s burned through the tantrum.”

Reid looked at her. Looked at the plate. Swallowed whatever was climbing up his throat.

“Yeah. That’s all this is. She wants us to panic.”

He closed the footage and walked to the table without another word.

“Forget her. Let’s see how long she lasts.”

I watched them in the mirror, pretending to be fine, and almost laughed.

The saddest thing about humans isn’t how they hurt you. It’s how hard they’ll work to pretend they didn’t.