Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 118 Summary
In Chapter 118 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” the protagonist, Elle, finds herself in a state of emotional turmoil as she navigates a gathering that feels overwhelming. Secluded in a corner, she struggles to maintain her composure, feeling lost and disconnected from her surroundings. The arrival of Raymond, a familiar face, momentarily distracts her from her distress, but his concern only deepens her feelings of inadequacy. Despite her attempts to downplay her emotions, Elle feels the weight of her vulnerability as she lies to him about her situation.
As the conversation unfolds, Elle’s internal struggle intensifies. She feels a mix of disappointment and frustration when Raymond’s protective instincts surface, revealing her desire to keep her struggles hidden. When a young man mistakenly identifies her as Dakota, it adds to her sense of confusion and isolation. Seeking to escape the uncomfortable situation, Elle decides to leave and find her friends, further highlighting her feelings of being lost both physically and emotionally.
Upon entering the dining room, Elle is confronted by the sight of Brad and Mira together, which triggers a familiar ache in her heart. Despite her resolve to focus on her role at the gathering, she cannot escape the pangs of jealousy and longing that arise from seeing their chemistry. The atmosphere shifts as Sophia suggests rooming with Elle, a comment that stirs tension and draws Brad’s attention. The dynamic becomes increasingly charged, with Mira’s cruel remarks exacerbating Elle’s feelings of inadequacy.
Raymond’s attempt to diffuse the situation offers a glimmer of support, but the underlying tension remains palpable. Elle’s determination not to show her pain leads her to mask her emotions with a smile, even as she feels the sharp edges of Brad’s indifference. The chapter culminates in a moment of quiet defiance as Elle resolves to mind her own business, refusing to be the victim or the villain in this intricate web of relationships. Her internal battle continues as she grapples with her feelings for Brad and the choices that have led them to this point.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 118**
I found myself ensconced in a secluded corner, the world around me fading into a dull hum. Time seemed to stretch infinitely, each passing moment feeling like an eternity.
Get it together, Elle.
With a deep, steadying breath, I steeled myself to re-enter the fray, to don my mask of tranquility and fulfill my role in this gathering.
“Elle? Is that you?”
The soft, familiar voice startled me from my reverie. I looked up, and there was Raymond, his face etched with genuine concern as he approached. I hastily wiped my cheeks, hoping that any remnants of tears were gone, and forced a bright smile that felt more like a grimace.
“Oh, yes? I guess I didn’t realize…” I replied, attempting to sound casual, though my heart was anything but.
“My home isn’t far from Moon Lake City,” Raymond continued, his perceptive gaze lingering on my face, a hint of worry shadowing his features.
I nodded absently, the details of his words slipping past me like water through my fingers. My heart wasn’t in this conversation—hell, my heart wasn’t in much of anything at that moment.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was gentle yet insistent, like a balm trying to soothe a wound. “You look terrible. Didn’t Brad arrange for someone to take care of you? Should I call a doctor?”
His concern nearly shattered the fragile facade I had built around myself. I waved him off, conjuring another smile, though it felt brittle. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just… not quite accustomed to this environment, I suppose? It’s fine, I can handle it.”
Raymond’s frown deepened, a silent plea for me to be honest. But before he could delve deeper, I swiftly pivoted the conversation.
“I heard Roy invited quite a few business partners. Are you one of them?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, though his eyes remained fixed on my face, searching for something I wasn’t ready to reveal.
“Where are the others?” he asked, disapproval lacing his tone. “Brad shouldn’t have left you alone like this.”
His protective tone twisted something painfully inside me. I couldn’t let him see how lost I truly felt. “Oh, I just got separated from them earlier,” I lied smoothly, hoping the words would shield my vulnerability. “No big deal.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed Raymond’s features, or perhaps it was something else—some form of inner defeat I couldn’t quite grasp. Why did he always seem to keep me at arm’s length when I was merely trying to be friendly?
“Mr. Carter? What are you doing here? Everyone’s waiting for you over there!”
A young man appeared out of nowhere, rushing toward Raymond with a sense of urgency that was palpable. Upon seeing me, his eyes widened in shock.
“Miss Blair! Weren’t you already…”
It was clear he had mistaken me for Dakota.
“I think you’ve got the wrong person. My name is West,” I corrected him, my voice steady despite the chaos in my mind.
Without waiting for a response, I stood up, the need to escape the situation overwhelming. “Raymond, I should go find the others. I’ll see you later.”
As I turned to leave, I could hear the young man’s frantic voice trailing behind me.
“Carter sir, please tell me I wasn’t seeing things! Did I make a mistake?”
Raymond’s voice cut through the air, sharp with authority. “Her name is Elle West! Go tell those people to get their facts straight and stop spreading nonsense!”
“Oh my God, but they’re practically identical…”
Their voices faded into the background as I walked away, my heart pounding in my chest.
After wandering the labyrinthine halls for several minutes, I realized I was utterly lost. The layout of this place felt like an intricate maze, and my earlier confidence had evaporated like mist in the morning sun.
“Mrs. Rayne, the master requests your presence for lunch.”
A servant appeared as if summoned by my desperation, and I nearly sagged with relief. “Roy? Oh, thank goodness.”
At least someone remembered I existed in this sprawling mansion. I followed the servant through the winding corridors, grateful for the guidance.
As I entered the dining room, my gaze immediately locked onto Brad and Mira, who were sitting side by side, their chemistry palpable. The sight hit me like a physical blow, and I had to look away, that familiar ache blooming in my chest.
I forced myself to inhale deeply, reminding myself of my resolution. Look clearly at your position. Do what you’re supposed to do.
With as much dignity as I could muster, I approached the table, deliberately choosing a seat diagonally across from Brad instead of beside him.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said, managing to keep my voice steady, though I felt a storm brewing inside. “This place is so complex I got completely turned around and lost.”
“That’s my fault,” Yara interjected graciously, her eyes filled with regret. “I forgot to arrange a guide for you. I’m so sorry.”
I couldn’t help but notice how she and Roy sat closely together, their connection evident and warm. A pang of something—envy? Longing?—shot through me, but I quickly pushed it down, refusing to dwell on it.
“No worries at all,” I assured her, forcing my focus entirely on Roy and Yara. I wouldn’t let my gaze drift to Brad, no matter how much I wanted to steal a glance.
“I can’t share a room with Lester tonight, can I?”
Sophia’s voice sliced through the polite conversation as she and Lester entered the dining room. She plopped down into the chair beside me with an exaggerated pout, her presence a jarring contrast to the atmosphere.
“How about I room with Elle?” Sophia suggested brightly, her tone almost too cheerful. “I mean, I can tell Brad’s not exactly in the mood to pay attention to Elle on this trip anyway.”
The words hung in the air like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. I heard the sharp sound of glass hitting the table—Brad’s cup, I realized—and felt his gaze snap to me with laser intensity.
My lips curved into what I hoped resembled a genuine smile, though I felt the sharp edges of his words cutting into my soul. “You’re right. Besides you, I don’t have any close friends here.”
Fuck you, Brad. If that’s how you want to play this, fine.
Brad’s amber eyes narrowed dangerously, a storm brewing behind them.
I caught a flash of satisfaction in Mira’s eyes, as if she thrived on the tension she had created.
“Elle should stay with Brad,” Raymond’s voice rang out, cutting through the thick atmosphere as he appeared in the doorway. “We can’t just separate them like that.”
Though I didn’t particularly want Raymond interfering, I felt a flicker of gratitude for his attempt to diffuse the situation. Brad’s expression shifted slightly, still displeased but reluctantly accepting Raymond’s logic.
But Mira, it seemed, wasn’t finished stirring the pot.
“Oh right, I almost forgot Brad has a mate now!” she laughed, the sound sharp and cruel like broken glass. “That’s my mistake. I was just telling Brad earlier that we should give Roy a proper bachelor party celebration!”
The casual cruelty of her words, combined with Brad’s silence—his complete failure to shut down her behavior—hit me like a slap across the face. He was just… allowing her to say these things. Letting her twist the knife deeper into my already wounded heart.
I felt my hands clench into fists beneath the table, but I would be damned if I let them see me break.
I’m not going to be the good guy here, but I’m not going to be the villain either. I’m just going to mind my own business.
“I don’t mind staying with Sophia,” I said, my voice steady and pleasant, masking the turmoil within. “I can’t accompany Brad for drinks and conversation anyway. I should be thanking you for keeping him company.”
Each word felt like swallowing broken glass, but I delivered them with a smile, determined to maintain my composure.
Brad’s gaze burned into me, a mix of emotions swirling in his amber depths.
Good, I thought with bitter satisfaction. Let him be uncomfortable. Let him see exactly what his choices lead to.
Conclusion
In the wake of the gathering’s chaos, Elle stood at the precipice of her own emotions, grappling with the weight of her unvoiced feelings and the sharp sting of betrayal. As she navigated the intricate dynamics of the room, the laughter and camaraderie around her felt like a distant echo, a reminder of the connections she yearned for but couldn’t quite grasp. The fleeting moments of vulnerability she shared with Raymond were overshadowed by the looming presence of Brad and Mira, whose cruel jests cut deeper than any physical wound. Yet, amidst the turmoil, Elle found a flicker of strength within herself—a resolve to reclaim her narrative, to no longer be a passive player in a game of hurt and misunderstanding.
With each calculated smile and carefully chosen word, Elle wove a protective armor around her heart, determined to shield herself from further pain. The tension in the air was palpable, an electric current that both terrified and exhilarated her. As she faced Brad, his intense gaze a reminder of what once was, she recognized the power of her own agency. This was her story, and she would no longer allow others to dictate her worth or her happiness. With a newfound clarity, Elle stepped forward, ready to embrace the unknown, knowing that the waves of her past may carry lost memories, but they would not define her future. In that moment, she resolved to be the architect of her own destiny, unyielding in the face of adversity.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension in the dining room simmers, readers can expect the emotional stakes to rise even further in the next chapter. With the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, Elle’s internal struggle will take center stage as she grapples with her place in this complicated web of relationships. The dynamics with Brad, Mira, and Raymond will continue to evolve, revealing deeper layers of jealousy, longing, and the painful choices that define their interactions. Will Elle finally confront her feelings, or will she continue to wear her mask of indifference, risking the chance of losing herself in the process?
Moreover, the arrival of unexpected guests and the looming bachelor party celebration will introduce new complications that could shift the balance of power within the group. As secrets threaten to surface and alliances are tested, Elle will find herself at a crossroads, forced to make decisions that could alter the course of her relationships forever. With each encounter, the stakes will grow higher, and readers will be left wondering: can Elle reclaim her voice amidst the chaos, or will she remain lost in the waves of her own memories? Prepare for a chapter filled with emotional revelations, unexpected twists, and the tantalizing possibility of change.
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