Me, The Stairs, And Zaria Alba

’Me, The Duke, And The Prince‘, A historical novel that became a sensational topic.

A story of the young lady of a count's family and the rivalry between the duke and the prince.

It divided the fandom.

‘The Prince Supporters’, who adore his bright and fun personality.

And, ‘The Duke Fan club’, who was swooned with his cold and cool charisma.

It made everyone crazy.

And today...

The most awaited epilogue is about to be released.

“Three...Two...One...Yes, it's here! Finally! Time to read!” A boy said while clicking the notification on his computer.

...

“What!!” It was a scream that made his neighbor shout at him for being noisy. After apologizing, he sighed.

“Wait...this can't be! I thought Fleur would choose the Prince. But she chose the Duke!? And worst, the Duke k*lled the Prince, 'in the name of love'!” He mumbled while scratching his head.

He sighed again, “isn't it cruel to k*ll your best friend just because you're in love? I thought it was a friendly rivalry? So there's no ‘may the best man win’?”

Damian stared at the window. The sky was dark. He stood up and stretched, “I should buy some dinner and start reviewing for tomorrow's entrance exam. Can't believe I'm starting college.”

He grabbed his phone and wallet before he left. After closing the door, Damian opened his phone and saw various comments. “The Prince Supporters' are in chaos...”, he whispered.

He continued walking while looking at the comments on social media about the novel's ending.

He went down the dimly lit stairs.

And...

*Thud*

“I-I s-shouldn't c-c-close my eyes...”, he helplessly whispered.

“In novel's l-losing c-c-consciousness is bad....”, he added as he continued gasping. The pain spread throughout his body.

Until...

He started closing his eyes, he saw his phone and the poster of the novel was the last thing he saw. And everything became dark.

...

He opened his eyes. He held his head, feeling the wound he had just gotten. His other hand slid through a silk fabric.

He's on a bed.

“Huh? Didn't I...?” He whispered. He looked around him.

Where am I? A hospital? He asked himself.

Why does it look like an old one? Or rather...vintage?

Damian took another look around the place. He then caught a glimpse of someone's reflection.

No...

It's his reflection.

He immediately ran. Stumbling until he reached the mirror.

He reached for the mirror. The one inside moved the same way he did.

Eh!!!

He touched his face. He confirmed it.

It was him.

“Wait...is this really...me?” he said still confused. He was denying the fact that the mirror copied his every movement. He didn't want to accept the truth.

He squinted. He looked closer. And he screamed.

“T-t-t-t-this...”, he said while pointing at the mirror.

He became pale. And screamed, “ZARIA ALBA!!!”

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