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IRENE THIRTY-FOUR.
35: you were only seventeen.“Regina”“Oh Regina”He ended the voicemail with the same words he began with.With the soft call of his wife’s name.And Zachary couldn’t even bring him to hear it all again. He even had tears falling frailly down his cheeks as he tossed it away.He sniffled as he attempted to communicate with Katharina while his ears fell on his favorite song on the radio. It was timely, perhaps——cigarette daydreams by Cage the Elephant.What a name you would have thought, but it meant something more to Zachary. The lyrics, because food was his cigarette that he was addicted to. And also the fact that he was barely even seventeen and still faced as much strugg
IRENE THIRTY-THREE
34: when i'm away from you.ZÜRICH, CH.Six hours.All it took was six hours for them to pass right under the landmark that Zachary could very well recognize. From that night.And just like that, sharp memories hit his head. He remembered he was in a bus—“Katharina” He remembered yelling as he stood. And he saw the pairs of eyes that shifted towards him as he continued shouting. “Please make sure you stay somewhere safe”“I need to get off this bus” He yelled.“Sir w—”He shut his mind to these memories as he turned his face to his mother whose eyes were fixated on the roads. They had barely talked for those six hours.Barely, in every sense of that word. They just managed to exchange a few glances, some of which they caught and of
IRENE THIRTY-TWO
33: give me a day, or two.Amy made her way to her house. She stopped once shed come out of the alley and halted to rake a breath. Looking around, she acknowledged the beauty that this particular city held.And how she was going to leave it all behind.+“Terrence” Her aunt called as she made her way through the door and unto the stairway. For some reason, she didn’t find it weird calling the last name they both shared.Sometimes it was Terrence, or Tee. And from her uncle, Terry. Through the past months since she left her parents, she was insured in their hands. And though, Amy never missed her parents, she often felt she had to. She was obliged to.Perhaps the reason she didn’t was their pathetic attempt to get rid of Sally.She looked back to Mrs Terrence, or simp
IRENE THIRTY-ONE
31: two villains. You see there’s something i saw somewhere. A villain or a hero. There’s really not much difference. Because we all have blood on our hands. At least they both did. Both Zachary and Kat. So maybe there was no even hero amongst them. Just villains, desperate for each other. RENNÉ, PARIS. As soon as they drove into the town, Zachary was hit with the familiar scent of Paris. And the sights and towers of which he admired. He clung to the side of the windows like a hungry dog to a fleshy bone and his pupils dilated at the sight. Nostalgia burst inside of him and he couldn’t even tell why he was this excited. Perhaps it was because he would finally get to see Amy again. And he knew the last time he had left, it wasn’t on good terms. And he feared that merely the voi
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30: moving forward.NOWThe line connected and he heard a voice from the other line. "Hi, i'm Zachary Dempsey. And i have information regarding the death of Michael Stones and his daughter whom you have in South Jail—"He heaved his breath, speaking in his lowest tone so that Regina could not pick up the sound of his voice. "What exactly do you know?" He could hear the sound of typing keys on a board and he sighed.It showed how desperate they were for a lead, especially since they already had Katharina and she, for as far as they knew, wasn’t going to say a word."Katharina Stones" He made it clear that he wasn't done. "You have the wrong person, because she didn't kill that man. And she most definitely didn't burn down his building" Zachary said."I did. On Monday the 12th of July. It was a crisp night and he deserved to die. Trust me" There was
IRENE TWENTY NINE
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IRENE TWENTY-EIGHT
28: how did we end up here?It was almost empty.Like an abandoned building, it actually was. Till Nick moved in. Katharina had remembered how she felt once he opened the door to her.Her eyes narrowed at the cottage with tall, holed roof that she began to imagine how much of a mess it was every time it rained. She halted, cupping her chin from looking above and then her gaze fell on Nick. He introduced himself that moment.And she did the same. “Hi” She whispered.“I’m Katharina” She added and he reluctantly took a step backward, taken aback by this stranger. And he stared in silence for a moment. She did the same.And she noticed how sick he looked. Anorexically lean in his puffed jacket and oversized pants. He had a cap tilted to the back of his head. She noticed his size from his bare neck. And he had lost some hair, perhaps
IRENE TWENTY-SEVEN
27: if you can hold on, hold on.“If you really love him, half as much as claim to—”“This random perfect stranger that’s all made up in your head, is not the person here. It’s not Zach” Katharina had let the echoes of her whisper get to her as she ran through the fields.The echoes of no other than, Regina. His mother.“Both of you are bad for each other. Look what happened, a moment away from me. Look at the news, where is your mother? Look at him” She said. “What was the grand plan?” Reggie threw questions at her as she cupped her chin to look down.“I don’t know”“That is it, there is no grand plan. The truth is both of you bring out the worst in each other, so if you love him half as much as you claim to, you’ll
