World After Worlds
Chapter 357 - 357: § LIMIT §

Tiana did not know when it started. But Lyndon was getting colder and colder as time went by. He was not the same Lyndon who was although harsh at condemning his words was still caring through actions.

It feels like he doesn't give a damn about her anymore. Like he was over liking her. Tiana didn't want those kinds of pessimistic thoughts about their relationship. But how could she not think about it if he keeps on reminding her to think about it?!

By the way that he was conducting his attitudes and the way that he gazed at her. There was no tenderness on it anymore, even if just touching each other… he was too rigid to respond to her.

"You've kept on promising me that we will have fun together but you keep on stale and tabs for our dates! When was the last time you kissed me?!" Tiana yelled at Lyndon. She had been considerate, she had been lenient but everyone has their limit. And this was the extent of her patient. "Do you even still love me?! Or I'm just the one who is in love in this relationship?!"

"What did you say?" Despite her rage, Lyndon doesn't seem to care and was more intrigued by something than her pain. "What did you say, Tiana?"

Tiana pressed her lips hard as the tears on her eyes built up, "I said that do you even lo---"

"No, not that. Repeat that part, Kraig took Yanarym out of town?" Lyndon frigidly asked as if he could not see the tears falling from her eyes. It's obvious that he doesn't care… it was too obvious. That it was so unbearable to stay in the same room with him.

He swore her happiness before, he vowed to only make her experience beautiful and good things in life. Why are those promises so shallow and painful to recall?

"YES! Kraig was so good to Yanarym!" She angrily screamed. "And you're making me regret being with you! They don't even fight like us! And Kraig never once disregarded Yanarym! This whole vacation he keeps on fetching from her house for them to have time together in his house, do you know what's worse?!" Tiana gasped for air, her heart was so heavy just by staring at Lyndon's nonchalant expression. How could he be so insensitive?

"You make me feel insecure that I have to keep on comparing my relationship with you to them!" She threw a pillow in his direction but he was unresponsive. He dazed at the floor with no reaction to what she had stated, he really doesn't care at all.

"YOU'RE SUCH A JERK! You're only good to me when I'm still not your girlfriend!" Storming out from his room crying, she hurled the doors angrily.

Lyndon didn't understand himself too, he knew that what he obsessively wanted for all this time was right in front of his eyes, it's Tiana. Yet, the one he's looking for was the company of the woman he always thought was nothing but his tool for revenge.

When the house was quiet again, Lyndon took his communicator and entered Yanarym's contact but halted before calling her. He had never called her first, she was the one who always initiates between them. He was so used to that kind of situation that he found it disturbing that he was the one calling her now.

But he's done waiting for her, he will make sure that she'll be sorry for not seeing him this whole semester break.

However, the clock ticking, time strolls fast but he wasn't able to connect on another line, she wasn't answering his calls. Distraught, he throws the communicator on the bed, anxiousness and some kind of overwhelming weight of emotion stuffed in his chest. Lyndon doesn't like this the slightest, he felt a void was printed in his being and was ignorant of the circumstances.

He reached out to his communicator for the last time and gave her another call but the result remained the same, she wasn't responding to him. He feigned his laughter, dark clouds formed above his head as he gazed with fury outside the window. He grasped at his communicator and almost crashed the device with his bare hand.

According to Tiana, Yanarym was with Kraig for the rest of two weeks, without contacting him or notifying him with any word. She went out of town and who-knows-who, what else had she done with his nemesis.

Yanarym was once in love with that detestable person, Kraig. She's been pretending to be in love with him for months now. And it was a persuasive performance, but thoughts like, what if she is still into that Kraig? What if she wasn't able to move on from that man? What if she was only fooling him all this time? Or what if she's no longer in love with him? What if she was more content with Kraig? What if she doesn't want him anymore? What if she got tired of the set-up where he is in a relationship with Tiana? What if she would leave him because she realized that she was more in love with Kraig and not with him?

Opinions, emotions, over-analyzing, even questioning his own worth, that never happened before.

Lyndon never doubted himself, he was always confident, no one could ever damage his conviction or resolution. Even Tiana who he considered as the only woman he could love could never make him feel this exasperated. She may give him heartache and destroy his trust in people but his pride would not be trampled. Yanarym, on the other hand, she---she is turning him into an insecure lunatic.

"Why the fuck won't she answer her fucking communicator?!" He furiously threw it on the floor, the communicator shattered to pieces. Lyndon peered at the broken pieces, he hastily ran his fingers through his hair and washed his face with his palm. "Damn it Rym, damn it." He laughed again, much deadlier this time.

"You should have a fucking good excuse for doing this to me, or you're fucking dead…" He said with a grim tone and stepped on the broken pieces laying at his feet. "How dare you ignore me? Have fun with your fucking boyfriend, huh? Do you think I would let this pass? No fucking way… I will make sure you regret every single day of these two weeks."

Lyndon breathed heavily, his jaw was clenched as his teeth were gritting in madness. "Fucking hell!" He cursed and kicked his bed with strength. It may be the only way he could lessen the surging madness in his mind and the driven grit to kill Kraig at this instant.

Yanarym yawned ambling to the corridor of the Academy's main hall with Kraig and his arms around her shoulder, guiding her steps towards the classroom of their first subject. She was barely opening her eyes and kept her consciousness awake to get through this morning.

Yesterday, Matteo was so mad that he wasn't able to come with her on the trip that Kraig organized. Of course, it was her who banned him from joining them. If he was there as a third wheel there was no guarantee that he would behave in Kraig's presence. If that happened, there was a high probability that she would get caught.

As soon as they got home, Matteo, he 'reprimanded' her for openly cheating on him. By that, she meant, he preyed on her night and morning.

Because she insisted on not staying in the 'space' with him, the time runs according to earthly rotation. That made her unable to sleep the whole time she was with him. He, who was not an actual mortal that requires his body to rest, did not give her any room for rest too.

She's been sleep-deprived, not letting him inject some of his energies to boost her vitality. If she was regenerated once again, that would give him enough excuse to ransack her until he was satisfied.

'That pervert...tsk.'

Yanarym yanked and leaned her head to Kraig's toned chest. Thank goodness that his ability was telekinesis, he could easily uplift her and make it comfortable for her to take naps even on walks.

Going back to her concern regarding Matteo, despite agreeing to her choice of following her fate until it's time for him to make a move and save her life. Matteo was reluctant to accept the fact that she had to pretend as another man's woman.

There was nothing that could irk Matteo than the scent that lingers on her when she does 'it' with someone else. So, whenever she had sex with Kraig or Lyndon, he would chastise her through coitus too.

Although it was such a pain in the neck, this was more manageable than her recent world's harem. At least, for now, it was only Matteo that she was coaxing. Sooner or later, the real charades in the game of manipulation and deception will commence. And of course, she'll be the game master of it.