It's her

It's her, he exclaimed, his voice trembling as he threw her hand in the air and bolted from the cafe'. His eyes darted left and right, scanning the empty road. Just a moment ago, those doe-like purple eyes had locked onto his, but now she was gone-vanished into thin air. It couldn't be his imagination, right? Not another delusion.

Ana burst out of the cafe', her face etched with concern."Iden... what's wrong?"

He turned to face her, his expression hardening "Nothing," he murmured, hesitating, before taking her hand and pulling her away "Let's go."

With determined strides, he led her away his mind racing. He couldn't afford to waste any more time or reveal anything. As they hurried off, a shadowy figure emerged from behind a large tree near the cafe'. She leaned against the tree, lighting a cigarette. With a single trough puff, half of it turned to ash, scattering into the air and falling to the ground.

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A man stood at the French window of the city's tallest building.  His flawless, fair skin gleamed in the intense sunlight. James, his assistant, couldn't tear his eyes away from him. Despite having travelled the world, he'd never seen anyone as attractive. The thought crossed his mind-if this man asked him to marry him, and he might not refuse, even though he wasn't gay.

"Have you discovered anything?" The man spoke, turning back, his voice low and deep.

James snapped back to reality, shaking off his thoughts."Yes, boss." He handed over a file, leaving it on the desk.

The man frowned, staring at the file without opening it. "What is it."

 James took a deep breath"Miss Stone spent a year in the cell. Based on our inquiry and the police's hypothesis, she attempted suicide multiple times due to depression. She used to scream and cry at night but remained silent and aloof during the day. Rumours spread that she was hunted by ghosts, but doctors diagnosed her as mentally ill...."

he paused.

"And then," Iden's gazing remained fixed on the file.

James observed Iden, his fingers crossed over his chin, his eyes deadpan, and his voice gravelly. Having worked with him for years, he knew him better than anyone else.

"Then …" James continued, "she was committed to a mental institution. Only mentally ill life-sentenced prisoners are sent there. They are either used for medical experiment or their body parts used for the benefit of patients in the name of treatment."

"After two years, no one knows what happened to Miss Stone or if she is  even still alive."

"She can't die." Iden's serene countenance and baritone voice concealed his internal turmoil. He motioned for James to leave.

James exited his office, but he could guess, how Iden was feeling. After all, he had witnessed everything that happened in his life.

Idean remained motionless for hours, his mind relaying her voice over and over.

"Iden, I am not sure when, where, or how I fell in love with you.

"Iden, thank you for everything, thank you for loving me so much."

“Because I knew you would never let me fall.”

“Iden, I left everything behind to be with you, and I am willing to share the life that you are living.

"Because you are my only dream."

"Iden, please believe me: I am innocent."

"Please save me, Iden."

"Iden Ruan, we are done for this life."

Her words overlapped, in his mind, and he tugged at his hair in frustration. " Is this what he wanted? If so, why is he experiencing excruciating pain in both his heart and head?"

He pulled a photo out of his drawer, trying to calm down a bit. 'She got what she deserved.' 'There was nothing to regrate.' He calmed down a bit but his heart still hurt. 'Could it be that she is dead and he sees her soul everywhere? No, she cannot die. This is not what he wanted. He will find her and tie her to his side, not allowing her to run again.

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A middle-aged man was sleeping in the master bed of an opulent villa room, holding a fair, gorgeous woman in his arms. The man who slept next to her was twice as old as she was. His cell phone rang incessantly. He began berating the person on the other end of the phone for bothering him at this hour, not even bothering to glance at the caller ID. He had only listed one line and was almost out cold.

" Boss, she is back. "

His breath was erratic, his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and he was sweating profusely on his back. He screamed in pain.

"Kill... kill her kill her right away. "

"What's the matter? Please calm down baby." The woman tried to coax him. soothing his back.

"Don't touch me you bitch." he yelled "Fuck the hell out of here." The woman was startled.

A figure in a long black jacket with a mask and hood covering her face, climbed a large banyan tree to reach the second-floor balcony. Her movements were clean and quick, and she opened the balcony door with ease. She knew the elegant and beautiful figure sleeping soundly on the bed did not have the habit of locking the door.

But the sound of footsteps woke her up from her sleep.

"What... What are you doing..."