When love is unrequited.
When love is secretly the biggest killer. When love comes unknowingly. Everything will be done to achieve a goal. Death will be highlighted as important and peace will be highlighted as foreign. Both are mutually exclusive. Mutual that is forced to stop going hand in hand. If love's interference is the worst part of heartbreak, the worst part of heartbreak is falling in love. Imperfection becomes the balance, like a beautiful feeling that is forced to crumble before it is solid. Sometimes, a person cannot correctly interpret the reason why he must fall before blooming. His logic has been closed and dominated by dense clouds. It's hard to be asked to wake up from the dark side. In Bouldog's case, he has dark eyes-obsessed with his love of being part of the mafia. In order to eliminate traces-he deliberately chopped up Binari's body and eliminated her. If Mr. AlejaThe door slid open with his foot. Theo entered and dropped Rose on the bed. He lay on top of her, gazing intently at Rose's face. However, she was moping, making Theo thin his lips. A feeling of dislike instantly arose at that moment. "What kind of past do you still want to cry about, umm?" he asked, trying to neutralize himself. "Forget it, Rose! What you've done and gone through for the rest of your life, let it go. There's no point in regretting something that has already happened." Theo stopped his sentence with a harsh intake of breath. He was giving Rose advice, not realizing his own inner state was still trapped with past wounds. "Stop thinking about unimportant things. Didn't I tell you, that bastard wasn't the least bit sure to lie. We're both men, I know what kind of look he gave you," he continued firmly. "But-" Rose interrupted, cut off by a rough bite on her bottom lip. "I just want to hear you sigh."
Shattered and broken, was the description for him now. His whole head was haunted by the whisper of thunder, asking him to die or survive in the midst of such a cruel reality. His heart was bruised so blue. His legs seemed unable to support themselves. What should he stand on when his nerves were forcibly killed by the statement of a man who turned out, like him, to have blood from the same person. Theo stared at his hands in silence for a moment. The image of fingers seducing his own people kept knocking his chest to the ground. He had consumed almost an entire bottle of champagne overnight, but it did nothing to dispel the crazy feelings that had once burst through Theo's defenses. He was like paper, trying to hold on as it bobbed on the surface of the water. No matter how hard he held on, he was still sinking and being torn apart slowly. That man manag
Night before morning. Here we go.... "Go to sleep." "I should go. Sean. He needs to be dealt with." Still remembered his last words after savoring Rose's body and cleaning up Bouldog's troublesome corpse. Theo stepped up, breaking into Sean's apartment with ease after the break-in. Instead of waiting for Sean to upload the video, then Theo weakened the server through any network. It was better for Theo to go to Sean's residence directly, even though he could hack remotely to steal the video on the computer of the man who wanted to destroy his reputation. But Theo's instincts called for acting in plain sight while finding out Sean's intentions. The trail went far away. Theo pressed the door knob, exploring the contents of the sacred room that Sean had not invited him to enter. To hell with the prohibition, Theo set foot deeper and deeper. Theo's mind was fully o
"You bastard! Respect my mom for once, can't you!" Sean got up unhappily. He attacked and slammed Theo in an instant. His fist hit the adonis' face with force. "I told you, she's your mom too. You want to meet Maple, don't you? Fine. I'll help." Sean continued to throw punches, even though he knew Theo wasn't putting up any resistance. What did Sean care? His hatred was breeding, even ingrained. He wanted Theo dead and hoped the man could convey his longing for Maple. "Fuck!" Sean swore blindly. "This blow is for you who dared to enter my apartment without permission." Fingers that were tightening tighter and tighter took off, hitting Theo's already bruised cheekbone. "And this is because you took Rose away from me." An even louder explosion of anger was unleashed. Sean got to his feet, pulling himself apart while noticing the bandage that had come off from the rough movement. He smiled wryly before walking away. Not ye
"Next time you get hurt in front of me again, I won't take you to the hospital," Rose grumbled as she stirred a bowl of white porridge without toppings roughly. "You can eat it yourself, right?" she asked, actually very curious as to how Theo and Sean's complications could be interconnected. Rose noticed the slow movement of the raised hand. Because of Theo's insistence on leaving the hospital the other day, Rose had to be counseled by the doctor because the wound had become slightly infected and required long stitches. "Never mind." Rose shook her head vaguely after reading Theo's impossible situation. "I'll do it. Open your mouth," she ordered, preparing to give the first bite. "You're old, but you're still stupid. I thought the doctor would say you had amnesia due to brain shock," Rose said sarcastically. Another mouthful of spoon was placed in front of Theo. "Stop it. The porridge is not good, I don't want it." Theo refused by pushing the spoon in front of him away, provo
"Rose," Theo called out for a moment. He lifted his up and looked at his hands carefully. "I'm the person with a million sins," he said almost in a whisper. "You know, my hands are covered in blood, maybe that's the reason why I have to receive karma through Sean. The revenge he gave me in a crazy way worked, Rose. How disgusting, I touched his body, top to bottom. And the truth is, we're siblings." Theo ended the sentence by rubbing his head roughly until he looked down, not wanting to show his face. His actions provoked Rose to exhale a rough breath. Rose slowly approached, erasing the one-step distance between her and Theo's position. "Can I hug you?" asked Rose, who only got a brief nod as long as Theo was still looking down. There was no other purpose than wanting to hug Theo, except to calm him down. Rose smiled faintly as she climbed onto the blanket. Then pulled Theo's body into her arms. "Are you sure
Theo observed the steps away from his position. The closed door leaf had just left the mark of Rose's departure. Theo turned away, staring blankly at the wall for a moment. Then he moved downstairs, reaching for his cell phone that lay on the nightstand beside the blank. "Did you do what I asked?" Theo spoke as soon as the call connected with the man on the Italian sea. [I did, sir. I'll take it tomorrow morning.] His head nodded involuntarily after hearing Lion's voice. For a moment Theo turned to stare at the tightly closed door, to make sure Rose did not return unexpectedly. There was still one other task left for him to give to Lion and it was impossible for Rose to know, his plan could fail miserably. "Hold your trip for the next five days. The day after tomorrow I don't want to know, whether I can or not, my marriage with Rose must be registered with
"Bastard!" "You're someone's husband. Why didn't you tell me that from the start?!" All the flames of anger within Rose burst out. Thankfully, she knew that painful fact first before falling into the complexities with Theo, which would continue for who knows how long. The pain in Rose's heart really hurt her pride. Rose had never accepted a married man as a client. And now she had to regret a decision, which although made unwillingly, she had allowed her body to be enjoyed by a married man. Which was not part of Rose's bucket list. Theo had played, even lied to Rose knowingly. Didn't want to get married he said? Rose had foolishly been made to believe it. Thrown so high. However, when she fell, her body seemed to be scattered into small pieces. If only, Rose wished Theo never existed, never entered her life-perhaps Rose's feelings wouldn't be so hard to understand. What did Rose really feel? She didn't
"You're back again, sir?" Lion was overcome with astonishment at the sudden arrival. The man facing him simply handed over the bag that had once been forcibly taken. "Yes. I don't need this laptop anymore. My work is done. " "What work are you referring to that is related to Mr. T's laptop, sir?" Lion was completely clueless. Everything that had happened lately was enough to keep him silent. Apart from Lion having to take care of George during his detention and outside of Verasco's knowledge. Lion wanted to know what activities provoked curiosity, but it seemed that the owner of heterochromia eyes was reluctant to reveal what was being done secretly. Actually, the decision to investigate something that wasn't 'mandatory,' Xelle should not have made. He interpreted everything Rose told him as an imbalance. About the murder Theo had committed against Rose's parents. According to Theo's records that Xelle had traced, the bullet should have hit the victim'
Two months after the heart—pounding incident all of Rose's lives were exactly the same. She lived day by day as if in an open cage. Rose was both free and trapped. There were electromagnetic waves in the house she had just moved into during that time. Waves that did not record visually. However, sensory movements would send signals to the last man with Rose that day to know every detail of the strange activities Rose was doing. Like if Rose wanted to do something reckless—self-harm or something else. Two months earlier. When they were no longer in the middle of the forest. Rose's silence and fear eventually acted as anger that evaporated completely. There had indeed been a major argument. All Rose's intentions took place almost slicing a kitchen knife into her own wrist. The woman received a series of scathing sentences to really get slapped. Realization. And Xelle then chose to be hands-off in the sense that the man assured full surveillance via the electromagnetic waves in
"Axe, stop your car." The car that had been provided since they arrived in Canada. What Rose had never imagined was that the car she was riding in would drive off into the forest. While the man in the driver's seat really had his heart set on getting there. A cold, sharp, unaccepting gaze met the heterochromia's bead. "Stop your car, Axe!" Rose turned to confirm exactly where they were going to dock. It was too far, and she was again jolted by the sudden stop of the car. "Why here?" asked Rose softly. Her attention was fully focused on a single denizen of the jungle. Firm, large, clawed features mirrored the creature that walked beneath the elder tree. Rose's mind shuddered at the thought of the beast becoming aware of their presence. "Get out!" Instantly Rose glared at Xelle in disbelief. "What do you mean?" "That wild tiger will make you die quickly. Now you can catch up with your dear husband." "Get out!" Rose wanted to inter
One counts first. The next two. Rose held her breath after obtaining the firearm. She froze in place as the instincts of a dominant man turned sharply to digest what had happened in the blink of an eye. Rose realized that piercing expression was not good for her. "Don't come any closer!" threatened Rose, bringing the muzzle of the gun to her temple. "Fuck! What are you doing!" Rose took a step back whenever Xelle tried to get closer. Rose's common sense really wasn't there. Not with her. "Stop your ridiculous behavior, Rose." Rose shook her head violently. She would rather end her life than wander aimlessly, shrouded in emptiness, shadowed by the guilt of having contributed to the loss of her husband's life. Rose couldn't hold on to anything. All was lost in the shuffle. "I'm warning you once again, Rose. Stop your ridiculous behavior!" No! Rose argued with a wet face. Trembling her arm steadily began to squeeze the trigger. A
Rose's fingers fiddled with her black wedding ring with a half-empty stare, she had just put it back on her ring finger. Rose didn't care, really didn't care about the fact that the ring wouldn't come off. In the new room and the smell of the room that was still so new she sank. Not to wait for the man who had said goodbye a moment ago, or because Rose wanted to. The first time she entered her new home. Rose was pestered with various troublesome things, which is why, she unpacked several red velvet boxes containing individual pieces of jewelry. Two necklaces. The first one she received that day. Before the big explosion—when she thought she had lost Theo. Then he'd come back with something surprising. Like a pendant of undulating curves, a form of life that truly gave Theo a chance at life. That's what Rose had hoped would happen to her. But instead, for how long Theo has not returned. Buried and identified by a gravestone. Rose exhaled rough air from her lips. The sec
"Where is Mommy going? Why won't we see each other again?" Knowing that such a question was not what Rose was expecting. "Home." She spoke almost choked up. One of the Oracle's eyebrows rose high at that. "But daddy says we can still see each other often." "Yeah, he's right," Rose corrected. Stupidly she had let it slip a little at first. "But then Oracle must always obey Daddy and Mommy Bridgette. We'll meet at another time. I don't know when." Rose finished the rest of the slump by towering over Xelle who was staring at her in understanding. A moment .... Not brave enough Rose glanced at the little girl beside the man who also offered Rose the distance to step out. She paused that decision, then affected to touch the top of Acampeliaz's head. "Can I have a little of your smile?" asked Rose. The twinkle in Acampeliaz's beady eyes rumbled with doubt. Rose noticed that Acampeliaz's little fingers were tightening. "Just a little. I'm not a
When she woke up, Rose was not confronted with a dark background with car headlights on. She was lying in a very cold place. The white and sterile decorations on the walls were a welcome change of pace. Rose gasped. Forcing herself awake, she found a pair of heterochromia beads staring at her. Much to her surprise, Xelle was there standing against the wall, releasing the folds of his arms from the clasp of his chest as one step made the decision to approach. "All your clothes have been prepared by Bridgette. It's been transferred to the jet. We're going to Canada today." Today .... This meant Rose had missed a night of leaving Theo at the funeral. She should still be there. Keeping Theo company, making a deal with him—either Theo comes back, or she goes along. But it hadn't all worked out. Rose hasn't gotten her answer yet. And her choice still hangs between a great dilemma. If she has to reach out to death, she should choose the right place. Toronto, Cana
"You want me to die or you to wake up, Theo?" The last option began to jolt Rose. Death was a shadow that offered her happiness. Whether that was true or not. If the second part won out over her stupidity. At least Rose wouldn't regret trying to find a way out of life's predicament. "Answer me, Theo. I'm not playing around, and I'm not threatening. Everything I had is gone, there's no reason for me to survive anymore." "Wake up. Get up!" Rose pounded on the slightly damp ground. She put all her energy into waiting for Theo to respond. However, she was only doing a useless job of buying up unhealthy ideas to replace the truth in her mind. At least right now Rose needed the reassurance that Theo would return, then she would undo the self-harm."Wake up, Theo." "Get up or I'll destroy your tomb!" Rose half turned on her knees slamming her arms together repeatedly. Rose was getting out of control as she tried to remove a pile of hardened soil
Rose couldn't take it if circumstances kept pouring everything she couldn't bear into her ego. She blamed Theo for the abyss he had offered her. Two near misses in close proximity. Rose would hold Theo accountable for what and who had happened to him. She turned around. Approaching some of Bridgette's paraphernalia left on the nightstand, she roughly grabbed the car keys. Rose waltzed into the doorway. Right at the meeting line she came face to face with the woman with the tray in hand. "Where are you going, Rose?" Bridgette asked with a look of astonishment on her face. Rose didn't care how she got past the woman who was more or less her size. She sprinted before Bridgette's shouts tried to stop her in her tracks. With a rush of breath Rose reached the house. The car lights came on and she hurriedly got into the driving seat. Rose stepped on the gas pedal so hard that Bridgette was left behind with despair. Maneuvering as madly as she could to get what she