Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most-Chapter 165: This Is Our Stop..

My head rests on Deniz’s shoulder, my eyes closed, our fingers still intertwined. The gentle sway of the bus lulls me into something deeper than rest—a peaceful floating, a moment suspended outside of time.

I wish this could last forever. I wish we could stay here, in this worn seat, with his warmth beside me and the city lights painting patterns on my closed eyelids.

It’s so calm. So perfect.

The bus slows. Stops.

Deniz’s voice comes soft and warm near my ear, pulling me gently from my drifting.

"Zyren? Are you sleeping?"

I open my eyes slowly, straightening, meeting his gaze in the dim interior light. He’s watching me with that soft expression I’ve come to treasure.

"This is our stop," he says.

I nod, small and sleepy, still wrapped in the cocoon of peace he’s created around me. We rise together, our hands never separating.

Deniz carefully removes the earbuds from my ear and his own, gathering them in his palm.

We make our way to the front of the bus, and he approaches the young girl who lent them to us. She’s still in her seat, scrolling through her phone.

"Thank you so much," Deniz says, holding the earbuds out to her.

She looks up, takes them, and her smile is warm and genuine.

"It’s okay."

Her eyes flick between us, soft and knowing in a way that makes my cheeks warm.

"You two look so good together."

Something shift in Deniz’s expression—a quiet pride, a gentle certainty that makes my heart flutter. His voice is calm, steady, proud in a way that has nothing to do with achievement and everything to do with love.

"Thank you."

My cheeks flush pink, warmth spreading across them like sunrise.

We step off the bus into darkness.

The vehicle pulls away behind us, its red taillights disappearing around a bend in the road, leaving us alone in the night.

The bus stop behind us is old. Forgotten. A single dim bulb flickers weakly overhead, casting more shadows than light, fighting a losing battle against the darkness.

I look around, my eyes straining to adjust. Large trees loom on either side, their branches reaching like dark fingers against the star-scattered sky. Silence wraps around us, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves.

It feels like we’ve stepped into another world. The hills, the darkness, the isolation.

My voice comes out weak, barely above a whisper. I squeeze his hand tighter, holding on like he’s the only solid thing in this shifting darkness, because he is.

"Deniz... why did we come here? It’s so dark. I can barely see you."

He pulls out his phone and switches on the torch, a small beam of light cutting through the black. His face is calm, certain.

"Zyren." He squeezes my hand back, firm and reassuring.

"Don’t worry. Trust me." A pause. "Let’s go."

I nod weakly and follow, my free hand clutching his arm, my heart racing in the unfamiliar darkness. He walks like he knows this path by heart, like he could navigate it with his eyes closed. No hesitation. No uncertainty.

We walk through the trees, the beam of light dancing ahead of us. I stay close, too close probably, my fear of the dark pressing in on all sides.

Then I see it.

Light. Flickering ahead through the trees, growing brighter with each step.

We walk faster. The light spreads, opens, reveals.

My eyes widen.

A small town nestles on the hillside, its streets shining with old-fashioned lamps that cast warm golden pools onto cobblestone paths. The lights twinkle like earthbound stars, stringing between buildings and over doorways.

People wander the streets, laughing, eating, their faces lit with simple joy. The smell of food drifts toward us—warm soup, fresh bread, something sweet.

Above it all, the sky stretches vast and clear, more stars than I’ve ever seen scattered across the darkness like diamonds on velvet.

I stare without blinking, drinking it in, afraid that if I look away it might vanish.

Deniz’s voice comes soft beside me. "Do you like it?"

I turn to look at him, and my eyes must be shining as bright as the town below.

"It’s really beautiful."

He smiles, warm and genuine. "Let’s go inside."

We step into the town, and it wraps around us like a warm embrace. Voices call out, inviting us to taste this or try that. The smell of warm soup fills the air, rich and comforting. I look around, smiling, feeling like I’ve stepped into one of my dreams.

"Deniz." I turn to him, curiosity bubbling up through my wonder.

"How do you know about this place? It’s so hidden. It feels like somewhere you’d never forget."

He looks around, a soft, nostalgic smile touching his lips. His eyes trace the familiar streets, the warm lights, the people.

"When I was in high school, I fell asleep on the bus once." His voice is quiet, reflective.

"When I woke up, I’d missed my stop completely." A pause. "I ended up all the way out here, by accident."

I listen, watching his face as he remembers.

"I found this place by mistake. But it was so peaceful. So different from everything else in my life." He looks at me, his eyes soft.

"After that, I started coming here often. Just to watch the stars. To think. To escape."

He reaches out and brushes a loose strand of my hair away from my face.

"Do you want ice cream first? Or should we try something else?" He gestures toward a small stall with steam rising from a large pot.

"The chicken soup here is amazing. Truly the best I’ve ever had. Want to try it?"

I nod eagerly, my smile widening. "Yes. Soup first."

"Then soup first."

We start walking toward the stall, our hands swinging between us, when Deniz suddenly stops. His eyes catch on something, his expression lighting with boyish excitement.

"What is it?" I ask.

He grins, suddenly looking every bit the teenager he’s been acting like tonight.

"First, let’s go there."

He pulls me toward a small stall I hadn’t noticed before, his steps quick and eager. I follow, smiling at his impatience, at this side of him I don’t often see.

We stop in front of a stall filled with hanging charms—lucky charms, keychains, little trinkets sparkling in the warm light. They dangle from hooks, catching the lamplight and scattering it in tiny rainbows.

Deniz immediately begins searching through them, his focus intense.

I watch him for a moment, then turn to the display.

"Do you like these?"

He nods, still searching. "Mm-hmm."

My fingers brush against the hanging charms as I browse—hearts and stars and little animals in every color, each one catching the light differently.

Then one catches my eye and holds it.

A moon charm hangs among the others, crystal beads catching the light and scattering it like tiny stars. It’s delicate and elegant, somehow like it was made just for him.

I take it from the stand carefully, cradling it in my palm, and look at the shopkeeper.

"I’ll buy this."

He nods, and I turn back to Deniz just as his face lights up. He raises a keychain triumphantly, his smile so wide and bright it transforms his whole face.

"That’s perfect!" he exclaims.

I look at what he’s found—a cute bunny and a cute bear hanging together from a single chain, their little faces sweet and endearing, pressed close like they belong together. Like us.

He reaches into his pocket, searching for something with increasing urgency, then pulls out a key. A single key on a simple ring. He threads the key chain onto it carefully, deliberately—the bunny and bear now attached to the key, swinging gently.

Then he holds it out to me.

I blink, confused. "What is this?"

He smiles softly. "It’s my apartment key." A pause. "From now on, you don’t need to knock."

The words land in my chest and settle there, warm and permanent. I take the key carefully, cradling it in my palm like something infinitely precious. Because it is.

It’s not just a key. It’s an invitation. A statement. A promise.

I look up at him, my eyes bright my, and hold out the charm I chose—the moon with its crystal beads sparkling in the warm light.

"This is for you," I say quietly.

"It suits you."

He takes it, his fingers brushing mine, and clips it onto his keys. We stand there in the warm light of the little stall, looking down at our gifts—his bunny and bear hanging from my keychain, my moon charm on his. Little tokens of this night, of us.

We look up at each other, smiling.

No words needed.