- KILLIAN - What did I expect? I step harder on the throttle, speeding as fast as I can. Why did I bother to aid her and meddle with her business with S? I should’ve just left. I should’ve waited somewhere I wouldn’t have interfered till she was done doing her thing. My fists clench on the
- KILLIAN - I shut the door of the anti room, when I hear voices coming from inside. I can tell two people are communicating but I know not physically. I walk to the living room. This is where I find Hazel sat in front of the tv, on a sofa, watching a show. The good thing is, the lights aren’t
“No, it’s fine.” I object nicely. If anything, it’s not my blood. “Please, allow me.” She’s staring at me with so much concern and in such a way that I can’t resist. “If you insist.” I say, giving in. Hazel kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, don’t leave.” She stands up. I already m
- HAZEL - I stretch. It’s morning. I have a lot of preparation to do in the library today so I’m heading there. One week with Killian was truly all I needed to feel alright. It’s amazing how much has changed since then. For one, I’ve not gotten a text from Asami. That alone is a big win. Maybe s
- HAZEL - Headphones are plugged over my head. I’m humming a tune as I listen to music. My old, but favourite; Morally grey, the refined version where the artist does a collab with another, a male, and dare I say every single lyrics in his part is the perfect definition of what Killian does to my
“Straight.” I say then avert my head back down. “Then let’s keep walking.” Her voice is raspy. “Feel comfortable with me, girl, huh?” I swallow. How do I feel comfortable with the one person who almost pushed me down a building and inflicted injuries not just on my body but on my mind as well?
- KILLIAN - It’s getting addicting. Being with her is getting addicting. And that kind of addiction is also very terrifying. The kind of terror I will die for. The kind of terror I yearn for even though I know it’ll be the death of me, because what’s the point of being alive if I don’t enjoy the p
- KILLIAN - I run after her. I’m not supposed to do so in broad daylight but I’m not about to let her experience anything alone again. Not when I’m here. My purpose of being here is to be here for her and only her. I want her to lean on me, and maybe, someday, I’ll be able to open up about myself
- HAZEL - I let out an exhale, resting on the car window. These past few days have given me some time to think. Not about anything serious, just more about the right thing to do and my well being. “When will we get there?” I ask my driver, my eyes still on the road through the tinted window. Since
- ASAMI - It hit me like a wave the moment my mind and body became responsive to stimuli. My memories came crashing back to me all at once like a plague and what’s worse? I can actually feel an ache at the back of my head. I bite my lower lip to hold in the groan that nearly leave my lips at the a
She is nothing like a lady. Or not a decent one at best. I wonder if she treated all her victims the same way. I wonder if she dined to their demise. “You surely have good taste with wine.” She husks, her voice dragging out. The lady rests her elbows on the desk, clapping both her hands to a side
- KILLIAN - I let out a sigh, playing with my zippo in a dark room in the penthouse of a hotel. I’m expecting an important guest tonight, one I’ve wanted to meet for a very long, long time. The end of one side of my lips curl. I’m not smiling. Far from that, underneath this eerie smirk of mine is g
I let out an exhale, remembering every encounter him and I had since the night we met. He was flattering. Very gentle and the good kind of masculine. He also held me to him when he lied about us to Kate. . . . And even though it’s just two people I’ve been with all my life, I’ve not been in a rel
- HAZEL - By the time I woke up, he was gone. My bed was nicely laid despite being on it and my window was shut. I couldn’t perceive his cologne and there was not even a single trace of him ever being in my room. That sucked. I know he was here but it doesn’t seem so. I miss waking up to him in
Her room is girly. Way too girly. All stylised with feminine colours. This makes me chuckle under my breath. Sleeping in a room like this would give me nightmares but I’m pretty sure she gets cotton candy dreams. The irony is funny. “Your room is. . .” I clear my throat, looking for the right word.
- KILLIAN - It was quite easy. Coming over. Not having access to her the whole day got to me. Even while working, it was all I could think about. That’s why I decided to pay her a visit. A surprise one. This morning may not have been everything we hoped for but I know her too well to know that
- HAZEL - I stare out the window, sat on my bed, enjoying the night sky and city lights. A smile forms on my lips as I take a breath of fresh air at the nostalgia. Home. I’ve missed home. It’s non chaotic and less harmful. It’s warm and cosy. Everyone loves me here. Sadness suddenly becomes arde