Forever, my enigma

In the dim moonlight, his breath hitched as he reached for the doorknob, fingers trembling. The wood groaned in protest and the door swung open, revealing a room steeped in memories. there, on the wall, a faded photograph captured a moment frozen in time: a radiant woman beside a man, their smiles etched into the paper. But an ache in his chest told a story beyond the frame.

His knuckles whitened, clenched fists trembling like fragile birds. The room's air thickened, anchoring him to the floorboards. His gaze fixed on the photograph fading with age, But words eluded him trapped in his throat, a silent plea. "Ellaya," he rasped, the syllables etching pain across his chest.

His trembling fingers brushed the frame, a whispered against time's canvas. The curtains swayed, revealing an emptiness that echoed through his chest. The photograph clung to the wall, sepia hues softening the edges of memories. She, radiant in lace, defied the years. He traced her counters the curves of her cheeks, the laughter in her eyes - each stroke a silent plea for her return. Rain blurred his vision, merging with the past.

Haters flashed in his eyes and his rage erupted, knuckles colliding with the photograph. Each blow echoed through the room, a desperate symphony of pain and memory. Blood welled from his split skin, milling with shards of glass. The image disintegrated, but the ache remained - an unyielding ghost. He sagged against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, breath hitching in the void. Darkness swallowed him whole.

A moment later, His footsteps echoed, each crunched reminder of the fragile memories he left behind. The jagged shards crunched under his shoes, a symphony of broken promises.

As soon as he left, she appeared, - a silhouette in a black jacket, her eyes pools of shadow. She moved with purpose, graceful yet determined. her hand reached down, finger brushing against the blood-stained fragment of the picture frame. The edges were sharp like the memories it held and his voice played in her mind.

"Laya do you know how much I love you "

"I can kill and die for you"

She smiled mockingly. "What a corny sentence."

She split the photo in half, tearing the picture of the man and woman apart. She then took a piece of glass and stabbed the already blood-soaked image of him, Bloodstains marred the glossy paper, merging her life force with his. Each crimson drop whispered the secret of logging and loss.

Her eyes, pools of sorrow, held memories too heavy to bear. They spoke of stolen kisses, whispered promises, and nights tangled in passion. But now they reflect the void - the absence of his touch, his warmth. the window framed her silhouette, a fragile figure against the night. Raindrops slide down the glass, mirroring her tears.

outside the car sat like a sentinel, its engine idling. the car's headlight flickered, a beacon in darkness. She knew he was there perhaps waiting for her to show up. Yet, she remained rooted, her gaze unyielding. The rain blurred the world beyond, but she saw him clearly- a silhouette in the mist, a phantom of love lost.

And so, the room held its breath- the torn photo, the blood, the mist, and her unwavering resolve. Love, like a wounded bird, fluttered within her refusing to die. She would show him, show the world, that even broken, she was still whole. The entire night, rain tapped against the window, a requiem for what was lost and she whispered "Forever, my enigma"

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The rain had ebbed, and the sun began to rise casting a feeble light on the little dilapidated house. He remained in the car, staring at the window, haunted by memories of her tender eyes from the previous night. She was elusive, a spectre he couldn't quite grasp. Perhaps she stood there, watching him, but he dared not approach. Fear clung to him like a second skin.

The room beyond the window was shrouded in darkness, the glass partially closed, obscuring his views. He longed to rush inside, envelop her in a tight embrace, and erse the bitterness that separated them.

his phone buzzed incessantly, but he ignored it, indifferent to the world outside. An hour later, he picked up the device, fingers trembling, and dialled the number.

" Find out how she is doing in the cell. Every detail. Get it done, now." With his head resting on the headrest, he closed his eyes, his knuckles turned white with force.

He took a deep breath, forced his emotions back, and dialed again, "I will see you in fifteen minutes." His voice was calm and stern as usual.

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"You did not return last night." she began, her voice steady but eyes betraying her concern.

iden gaze remained fixed on her, unyielding. " you know the rules," he said , each word deliberate. " No second chances."

Ana's smile wavered," Iden," she whispered " I can't deny my feeling for you. Last night..." Her voice trailed off regrate etching lines on her face.

he leaned back, finger tracing the rim of his coffee cup. "Deceptions," he murmured. "They are unforgivable."

Ana's breath caught. She couldn't meet his eyes. "I promise," she said, her voice raw, "I'll never lie again,"

His gaze bore into her dissecting her soul. And if you break that promise?" he asked, his voice ice.

Ana reached across the table, her fingers trembling as they brushed his " I promise, please don't leave me," she pleaded.

His gaze fixed h on the woman sobbing in front of him. Not only did she bring him a fictitious business proposal last night, but she also had the audacity to pretend to be ill while dutifully obligingly ignoring the fact that he was actually Iden Ruan.

A couple sitting inside the café, their hands clasped, looked peaceful and romantic from the outside. They appear to be a perfect match.

A woman standing outside the café had on a long black jacket. Her hands were tucked under the jacket pocket, her purple-black hair hung loosely over both shoulders, and her face was barely visible beneath the hood. Her slightly purplish-hued eyes were staring straight through the glass window at the man and woman inside. The coldness in her eyes grew progressively colder.

Sensing the stare, the man seated inside glanced out the glass, feeling a little uneasy.