Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1055

Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055

The air was still when Jude opened his eyes, the weight of the silence almost soothing in its constancy. The forest around the treehouse hummed softly with the usual rhythms, wood creaking, leaves rustling, wind curling around thick branches, but beneath it all, a subtle tension threaded through the morning. It wasn’t new. It had been building quietly like pressure under the skin, the kind that you didn’t notice until someone touched it and made it hurt.

He rolled to his side, Layla’s warmth still lingering in the sheets though she was already gone. Her scent, faint smoke and something sweet like crushed fruit, clung to the pillow. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, scanning the space for movement. Nothing yet. Just the low golden light of morning filtering through the thick canopy, casting lazy shadows on the wooden floor.

By the time he made it down, most of the others were already awake. Scarlet and Susan were whispering near the fire, their faces neutral but their postures tense. Grace was sharpening a knife in rhythmic motions. Natalie and Sophie passed a basket back and forth, sorting through the fruits they’d gathered. The fire crackled, eggs sizzled in a pan over the flames, and no one said a word about the thing they’d seen in the woods. Because now, it wasn’t strange. It was expected.

Jude stepped beside Zoey, who handed him a cut slice of roasted root with a quiet nod. Her fingers brushed his. A flicker of comfort passed between them. Then, out of the corner of his eye, movement. Not fast. Not loud. Just a slow shifting shadow at the tree line.

He turned his head slowly. It stood there again.

Tall. Lean. Unmoving.

Like a statue cast in shadow. No face. No features. But it looked. It always looked.

Zoey saw it too. Her fingers tightened on the knife, but she didn’t speak. Jude didn’t either. Neither did Grace, whose eyes briefly flicked toward it before returning to her blade. Everyone saw it. Everyone looked away.

When Jude turned back, it was gone.

Breakfast passed in quiet coordination. Stella and Emma gathered baskets for a fruit run. Susan and Scarlet walked toward the east trees with hunting tools. Jude was about to follow them when Layla appeared behind him, slipping her hand into his without a word. Her fingers were warm. Steady.

"River?" she asked.

He nodded.

They moved through the forest in tandem, their steps light, practiced, avoiding brittle branches and unstable ground. The sounds of the others faded behind them, replaced by birdsong and the occasional splash of something in the distance. The river was calm today, glassy under the dull light. No sun broke through the clouds.

Layla knelt by the bank and unrolled the net. Jude crouched beside her, watching the water. It felt good to be near her like this, close, capable, quiet. The kind of presence that didn’t require words unless they mattered.

They worked in silence for a while, casting the net gently, letting it settle, then pulling it in with a haul of twitching silver. Layla smiled, small and genuine, and reached to remove the fish one by one.

Then, after a pause, she said, "I saw it again."

Jude didn’t look up. "When?"

"Just now," she said softly. "While you were watching the water. It was standing near the fallen tree on the other side."

Jude nodded, slow. "I saw it this morning too. Just behind Zoey."

Layla didn’t speak for a moment. The fish flopped and struggled in the basket. "It’s not even surprising anymore."

"No," Jude said. "But I still feel it."

"Fear?"

He nodded. "Not panic. Just... deep. Like when you know the ocean is deeper than you’ll ever reach, and something is down there, watching."

Layla was quiet. She stared across the river, her brows drawn. "It’s never moved."

"No."

"Never spoken."

"No."

"It doesn’t do anything."

"Just watches," Jude whispered.

Layla plucked a fish from the net and held it firmly as she cleaned it. Her hands were skilled, the motion swift and smooth. "Do you think it’s always been here?"

Jude hesitated. "No. I’d have felt it before. This... pressure. This weight. It’s new. A few days, maybe."

She wiped her hands on a cloth and glanced up at him. "Do you think the others see it?"

"I know they do."

"But they don’t talk about it."

"No one wants to say the wrong thing. Like if we speak it, it’ll become real in a way we can’t take back."

Layla exhaled. "Maybe it already is."

They sat together on a flat rock, letting the net dry, the fish wriggling in the baskets beside them. She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Jude curled an arm around her waist, letting his fingers trace over the line of her hip slowly, soothingly.

"You know," she said after a while, voice low, "I keep thinking about last night. The way you held me when we lay down. Like you thought I’d vanish."

He smiled faintly. "You were trembling."

"I still am," she admitted.

Jude pressed his lips against her temple. "We’ll figure it out. Whatever it is. If it becomes something more..."

Layla turned to look at him, her gaze steady. "Will we still be us?"

He held her tighter. "Always."

Her lips met his in a slow, deliberate kiss, and the world softened for a moment. The river, the woods, the thing with its impossible stillness, all faded into the background. It was just her mouth, warm and sure against his. Her fingers in his hair. Her breath hitching as he slid a hand under her shirt, tracing over the soft curve of her back.

She pulled him closer, straddling him now on the stone, her thighs tightening around his waist as they kissed again, deeper this time, slower. There was urgency in her movements but not desperation. Just a need to feel something real. Something alive. Her hips moved subtly, the friction teasing and warm. Jude’s hands ran up under her shirt, thumbs grazing over her ribs, and she moaned softly into his mouth.

Then she stopped, her body going still.

Jude looked up.

Across the river.

It was there again.

Watching.

Unmoving.

Jude let out a breath and let his forehead rest against Layla’s. "Don’t look," he whispered.

"I already did," she whispered back.

They sat like that for a while, pressed together, trembling again. The warmth between them fading into a chill that the thing brought just by being there.

When they moved again, it was quiet. They packed up their fish and folded the net with practiced hands. Layla didn’t speak again until they were halfway back to the village.

"Why do you think it hasn’t done anything?"

Jude looked at her sideways. "Maybe it doesn’t need to."

Layla kicked at a clump of dirt. "Maybe it’s waiting for something."

They passed the old vine arch and entered the clearing. The others were gathered, but no one seemed startled or curious about their return. Everyone was subdued again. Softer. Rose was helping Natalie skin something. Grace was braiding Emma’s hair. Sophie sat with Zoey in the shade, whispering and giggling half-heartedly, but even their laughter had a hollow ring.

Jude dropped the fish in the crate near the fire and stepped aside. Layla joined Susan and Scarlet to prepare the next meal.

By the time the food was cooking, Jude was lying in the grass near the southern hut, staring up at the gray sky, his hands laced behind his head. Lucy came to him, settling beside him quietly. She curled into him, not asking questions, not needing answers. She kissed his neck softly and trailed her fingers along his chest.

"You look tired," she murmured.

"I feel it."

"Want me to make it go away?"

He smiled faintly, eyes still closed. "Just stay like this for now."

She nodded, pressing her lips to his collarbone. "I’m scared."

He didn’t reply. Just held her tighter.

Dinner passed quietly. The group sat around the fire in silence, eating slowly, eyes flicking toward the trees more often now. The tension was no longer hidden. It was lived with. Normalized. No one pretended not to feel it. But still, no one said what they saw. It had become an unspoken pact.

Layla sat across from Jude. Her eyes lingered on him more than usual, thoughtful, wary. After everyone finished eating and the fire was reduced to low embers, she approached him again.

He was cleaning a blade near the main hut when she stepped into the soft glow of torchlight.

"Can we talk?"

He nodded, wiping the blade clean and setting it aside.

They walked a little away from camp, but not far. Just enough for some privacy without crossing into full darkness. Layla’s arms were folded across her chest, her eyes scanning the woods before she finally looked at him.

"Do you think it’ll ever leave?"

Jude thought about it. "I don’t know."

She bit her lip. "What if it doesn’t? What if this is our life now? Days pretending we don’t see it, nights pretending it doesn’t scare us?"

Jude reached for her hand. "We keep going. Like we always have."

Layla leaned into him, forehead resting on his chest. "It’s changing something. I can feel it."

He nodded against her hair. "So can I."

Silence again. But not the peaceful kind. The kind that came before questions no one wanted to ask.

Layla finally pulled back, staring into his eyes. "Jude... do you think everyone saw it?"