The Diyo's question lingered in the air, “If I’m not wrong, are you going to pay respect to their new graves?” His words, like a gentle breeze, brushed against my heavy heart.A heavy sigh escaped my lips, carrying with it the weight of emotions that swirled within me like a tempestuous storm. "Yeah, you know, at this point, I'm actually planning to visit them," I replied, my voice laced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.I couldn't help but feel many of emotions intertwining within me. It was a bittersweet mix of longing, nostalgia, and a deep sense of reverence. The thought of standing before their graves, tracing my fingers along the cold stone markers, somehow terrified me. I knew this visit would undoubtedly reopen wounds that had not yet fully healed, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions that had been carefully tucked away.Diyo, feeling the weight of my solitude, extended a comforting gesture, his eyes brimming with empathy. "Hey, you know what? If you don't feel li
In the heavy silence that enveloped the room, the weight of unspoken words and unshed tears hung in the air like a thick fog. It was as if the very atmosphere had become a reflection of the turmoil that churned within my soul, a constant reminder of the tumultuous past that had shaped me. My gaze remained fixed on Diyo, but behind my stoic facade, a storm of emotions raged, threatening to break free."Look, just cut to the chase. Why are you even here? No need to dance around the subject," I demanded, my words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. The room, already heavy with the scent of smoke and tension, seemed to grow even colder in response.Diyo's eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise mingling with a hint of apprehension. It was clear that my directness had caught him off guard, perhaps even unsettled him. But I couldn't afford to waste time on pleasantries or beat around the bush."If that's what you truly believe," he relented, his voice tinged with a quiet acceptance tha
Regret gnawed at me, a relentless pang in the depth of my being, for not seizing the opportunity when I held the power in my hands. The echo of that hesitation haunted me now as I struggled against his grip, a futile attempt to wrench myself free from his suffocating hold.I regret not pulling the trigger when I had the chance. The lamentation echoed in the recesses of my mind, a constant reminder of the momentary lapse that denied me the satisfaction of breaking free from his manipulation. But in this moment, ensnared within his grasp, my futile attempts to break away only reinforced the steeliness of his control.Clyde's disdainful words reverberated in the stifling atmosphere, each syllable dripping with a mocking certainty. "It's useless," he declared, a cruel dismissal of my struggles. His words, a taunt, bore down upon me, rendering my efforts feeble against the unyielding grip he held over me."So why don't you drop your pathetic efforts and listen to me?" His condescending com
Who is she? And why do I feel something strange when I see her crying? And you know what? I think I know what this feeling is. It's guilt. Why am I feeling guilty just by looking at her? As I continued to observe her, my mind raced with questions and a whirlwind of emotions.My heart was burdened with a swirling storm of emotions, each one vying for my attention. But amidst the chaos, one feeling stood out, piercing through the tumultuous sea of my thoughts: empathy. It coursed through me like a river, connecting me to the girl who stood before me, her tears a reflection of the pain that resided within my own being.A heavy burden of guilt descended upon me, its weight pressing down upon my weary shoulders. It cast a somber shadow over my thoughts, obscuring the clarity of my mind. I found myself questioning the origin of this guilt, perplexed by the profound impact the girl's tears had on my emotions.Why did I feel this way? Why did her tears tug at the delicate strings of my heart,
I stood there, an unwavering presence amidst the storm that had just swept through. A gentle sigh escaped my lips, barely audible in the hushed atmosphere that surrounded me. "Finally, she left," I whispered softly.Carmine, with a thoughtful expression on his face, tried to mend the rift that had formed in the wake of Jasmine's departure. "Yeah, you know, she's not all that terrible. It's just that she tends to have these mood swings," he said, his voice filled with empathy and a touch of defensiveness, given that he was her brother.As our conversation continued, Carmine smoothly transitioned to a new topic, his voice laced with curiosity and concern. "Hey, by the way, I heard that you're planning to pay your respects to your grandma's grave tomorrow," he mentioned, his words carrying a gentle undertone of empathy.Caught off guard by his observation, I paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. The thought of visiting my grandmother had been lingering in the
The thick mist obscured my vision, rendering the surroundings an indistinguishable haze. Panic surged within me as the obscurity deepened, making it impossible to discern friend from foe. The hostile environment became a breeding ground for fear and suspicion, each heartbeat echoing with uncertainty.The chaos unfolded in disorienting waves, engulfing us in a symphony of coughs and chaos. The thick fog enveloped the surroundings, obscuring my vision and leaving only the cacophony of suffocating coughs ringing in my ears.Among the suffocating haze, a sudden gunshot pierced through the fog, followed by Carmine's enraged curses echoing in the disarray. It was a jarring reminder of the imminent danger that lurked within this chaos. The realization dawned upon me that Carmine must have fired at Clyde, triggering a chain reaction of unforeseen events.Diyo's sudden action of hurling the bomb had further escalated the situation. Clyde, in a swift move, grabbed hold of me and swiftly maneuve
A single tear slipped down my cheek, landing softly on the cold surface of gravestone. “Grandma, your child, she's scared. She's terrified of the possibility that she may not succeed in avenging you.” My voice trembled with both anxiety and a burning desire for justice.With closed eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. For a moment, I felt a profound connection to my grandmother, as if her spirit was listening, offering comfort and guidance.“Grandma, I long to meet you once again. I'm willing to risk everything, even my own life, to ensure that your revenge is fulfilled.” My voice was filled with a resolute determination, a willingness to sacrifice everything that comes in my way.“If I were to die in the pursuit of vengeance, I wouldn't have any regrets. Because in that moment, I would finally be able to join you, to be reunited with you.” My words were filled with a mixture of sadness and a longing for peace.I knew that revenge may not bring true peace or c
Alex took a step towards his father, who was looking at him with the affection he had always expected from his mother but had never received even a smidgeon of. His steps were small but filled with fear. He was terrified that the moment he reached him, he would lose him for the rest of his life. He knew his father was doing everything he could to hold him in his arms one last time. And once that is completed, he will no longer be fighting for his life. He didn't want to go near him, but he also wanted to relieve his pain as soon as possible. He was aware that his father was in pain but still forced a smile on his face to not to scare him. "Father, please don't leave!" he said as he took another step forward. " Make a promise to me that you will not leave Alex alone." Daniel extended his hand to him, and he took it right away. Daniel drew him in closer, and Alex sat beside him and his mother. A tear fell from Alex's eyes and landed on Daniel's cheek. "Father!" exclaimed Alex, tigh