I walked to my apartment on weak, shaking legs, and fell on the couch. My heart was still beating furiously fast, and there were goose bumps all over my body.
“What was that?! Why would he react that way?!” I couldn’t find any sense in his actions.
Then I started to wonder how long he stood outside the building entrance.
I felt like all the air in the building left, I was suffocating. My heart was pounding so loudly that my ears were about to explode.“Is that what they call a “panic attack”?! Am I having a panic attack right now?!” the thoughts madly collided inside my mind.I used all my strength to force my throat to draw air into my lungs. My heart began calming down. My shaking hands were squeezing the
I spent a sleepless night, lying on my bed and staring at the celling. I was consumed by my own thoughts, and they were obviously dark, and unpleasant thoughts. I was exhausted to the point I wanted to cry. I might have act strong in front of others but inside, I was broken. “Maybe I should move out? Come back to my hometown, and forget about all of it?” I already felt like a looser for having such t
I took a deep breath and looked straight into Tom’s eyes.“Are you going to answer my question?” I tried to say the words slowly, so he wouldn’t know how trembling my whole body was.“Aren’t you going to sit down?” he chuckled and tapped his hand on the couch telling me to sit.
I went back to my apartment as soon as my mind functioned good enough to find a door… that was about an hour after Tom left.I took a shower, and flopped on a bed but I was far from being calm and much further from falling asleep. The shower didn’t help to get his smell off me, and the visions from what happened in his apartment filled my brain with every single breath. It was almost surreal, like all of my sensory neurons were designed to remember the sense of his caress. I could feel them even now, to the point when I got shivers after my skin touched the bed sheets.
Detective Holwell opened some paper folders filled with documents and photos. He took the paper sheets one by one and observed my reaction, at the same time lieutenant kept glaring at me like I was a crime suspect. I did my best to remain calm but there was something truly hostile in their behavior.“Now… could you tell me what really happened?” the detective started.“I already told Detec
When we walked out I could see that it was already dark outside. I still had no idea what time it was but it made me realized I spend at least twelve hours at the police station.Ms. Gonzales walked down the stairs leading from the precinct towards the main street.“Hurry up, the car is waiting right over there,” she stated showing me the way.
I ate the breakfast Tom prepared for me. I found his way of saying “sorry” quite delicious. Then I started thinking… Why did he feel that he needs to apologize for something? Ms. Gonzales said that it was her boss, Wang Hiro that felt responsible for the whole situation. Tom was clearly my savior, so he shouldn't feel guilty, unless…I thought about it many times before but I was always lacking that one final argument that allow me suspect that Tom and Wang Hiro are the same person, but in my current situation, everything was telling me that my suspicion was correct. Of course&helli
The person standing in front of me looked like he was only a little older than a high-schooler. He had dyed short blond hair that looked a little strange, like he was taken straight out from some anime. His eyes were smiling to me, he didn't look fierce but looking on the lying down thief, he obviously had some fighting skills.I looked around. It seemed the alley that the thief run into was extremely secluded. We were standing there alone, the three of us… correction, the two of us, the thief was still lying down motionless.