Clyde POV:The persistent knocking shattered the suffocating silence of my room, pulling me out of my detached state. "Who's there?" I snapped, my voice dripping with frostiness that mirrored the emptiness within me. Emotion had long deserted me, leaving behind a hollow shell shielded by a carefully constructed facade of indifference."It's me," Diyo's voice seeped through the door, tentative and cautious. His request for entry hung in the air, but my determination to remain unaffected held strong."What do you want? Why are you here?" I fired back, my words laced with a chilling indifference, devoid of any warmth or interest in his purpose for disturbing my solitude.The silence that ensued was heavy, pregnant with unspoken apprehension emanating from the other side of the door. I could almost taste the hesitation in Diyo's breath, a tangible unease permeating the air. It seemed as though he could sense the icy reception that awaited him, a reception that had become all too familiar w
The sound of a knock on the door shattered the peacefulness of my room, jolting me out of the depths of my thoughts. Inhaling deeply, I attempted to cast aside the memories that clung to the corners of my mind, refusing to fade away.It's been an agonizing two years since that fateful incident, and yet, the details remain etched in my mind as vividly as if it had all transpired just yesterday. It was the day that stripped me of everything I held dear, tearing apart the very fabric of my existence. But, paradoxically, it was also the day that marked the beginning of my transformation into the person I am today.If someone from two years ago were to lay eyes on me now, they wouldn't believe I'm the same fragile and frightened girl I once was. Today I’m a different person, I’m Isabella Carlo, ready to fight my own battles and seeking revenge for all the injustice I've endured.I stood before the mirror, my gaze fixed on the reflection staring back at me. My once flowing locks now cascade
I couldn't help but overhear the conversation between Carmine and Jasmine, and I must say, it was quite boring. Jasmine, sounding utterly exhausted, expressed her lack of enthusiasm for going on any missions. She sighed, "I'm just so tired, bro."Carmine, being the supportive brother that he is, tried to reassure her. He leaned in and said, "Hey, Jas, don't worry. I don't have any information about upcoming missions at the moment, but I promise I'll keep you updated if I find out anything."Jasmine's tired eyes brightened slightly, a glimmer of hope shining through her fatigue. She nodded appreciatively. Her response was almost a whisper, as if she was quietly acknowledging Carmine's words. There was a hint of relief in her voice, "Hmm... sounds better," she murmured.A heavy silence settled upon the room, waiting for the words to dissipate into the ether. In that moment, I found myself detached, observing the conversation unfold with a calm and composed demeanor, seemingly unaffected
CLYDE POV:As I stood amidst the bustling airport, the air thick with the fragrance of hurried travelers and the resonating echoes of distant announcements, Diyo's words barely scratched the surface of my consciousness. My gaze remained fixed on the horizon beyond the glass walls, my mind shrouded in an impenetrable veil of detachment."Hmm?" My response was void of any inflection, a mere acknowledgment that I was being addressed, devoid of any genuine interest or concern."What do you mean?" Diyo's voice persisted, the hint of frustration tainting his tone.His persistence irked me, yet I maintained my facade of indifference. "We ain't come back here after two years for nothing," he prodded further, hoping for a flicker of interest, a sign that I was invested in whatever scheme had brought us back to this place.My lips curled into a subtle smirk, acknowledging the subtle change that happened in Diyo over the past two years. The passage of time had cast a veneer of maturity upon him.
I stood there, right in front of my grandmother's grave, the wind gently whispering through the branches of the trees around me. It was a serene moment, yet my heart felt heavy with a mix of emotions. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the weight of the past, the memories we shared flooding my mind.Taking a deep breath, I found the courage to break the silence. My voice quivered slightly as I addressed my grandmother, unsure of where to start."Hey, Grandma. It's been a while, hasn't it? Standing here now, I can't help but feel a little strange. It's like we're having a conversation, but it's just me doing the talking."A bittersweet smile formed on my face as I allowed myself to drift back to the moments we spent together. The laughter, the stories, the love that filled our time. It was a treasure trove of memories that I held close to my heart."I remember all those times we shared, Grandma. The laughter that echoed through the house, the stories you told with such wisdom and gra
My heart felt heavy as I laid my head on my grandma’s gravestone in the quiet cemetery, surrounded by the graves of other’s loved ones. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to find solace.A voice could be heard from behind me, a voice filled with genuine worry. However, I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't hear what he said.He decided to reach out to me once more. But I was lost with the memories of me with the only person I had ever loved. Lost in my own world, I let out a hiccup and continued to cry, unaware of anyone’s presence. I couldn’t believe she was no more with me. The person sighed, realising I was not interested in his concern for me. He decided to leave. But soon I felt someone sitting next to the graves of my grandmother from the corner of my eyes, but lost in my thoughts I completely ignored his presence. I wanted to spend this moment alone with my grandmother after two years of not visiting her once.My mind consumed by my own thoughts. Through my tears, I whis
My finger tightened around the trigger, the weight of the gun in my hand almost a comfort against the brewing storm of emotions within me. There he stood, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that mirrored my own, a defiance that further fueled my determination."You have no idea," I spat the words, each syllable heavy with the burden of years of torment, "how much I have waited for the day I'll finally put an end to everything." My voice, laced with bitterness, echoed in the tense silence between us.The gun held steady, its barrel pointed at him—the man who had been the architect of my anguish, the source of insufferable pain that had marred my existence for far too long. His mere presence was a reminder of the suffering I had endured, the scars etched deep within my soul, each one a testament to his cruelty."All the hatred, suffering, and pain you made me endure," I continued, my voice trembling with the reservoir of emotions that threatened to spill over, "today, I'll finally gi
His speed caught me off guard, leaving me defenseless against his sudden approach. Before I could even react, his swift maneuver resulted in me losing my grip on the gun—it clattered to the ground, a grim echo.In a blink, his hand closed around mine, wrenching it to the side with an iron grip that forced the weapon from my grasp. The unexpectedness of his actions rendered me momentarily stunned, leaving me with no chance to mount a defense.With a startling swiftness, he maneuvered behind me, pulling my arm back and pressing it against my back. His forceful control left me reeling, my back pressed tightly against his front, an uncomfortable proximity that reeked of his overpowering dominance.The suddenness of his movements and the overwhelming strength he exerted left me in a whirlwind of confusion and alarm. I found myself entangled within his grasp, my attempts to resist futile against the overpowering force he wielded.His actions, executed with a cold and calculated precision, le