MARK*trigger warning* The sound of her screams was like music to my ears. Basking in bliss, I left her there and walked outside, closing my eyes to feel the night air on my face. She would pay... tonight. The warehouse loomed in the night, a shadow against a canvas of stars. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rust, mingling with the faint tang of old oil and machinery. Those boys picked a good spot. Outside, the symphony of the night played its haunting tune: the distant hoot of an owl, the rustle of leaves, and the incessant chirping of crickets. Occasionally, the scurrying of small creatures echoed in the stillness, their presence a mere whisper against the oppressive silence.My senses were heightened. Maybe because of the adrenaline pumping through me, or because of the furious bloodthirst hanging painfully in my chest like a brick. Inside, the dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, flickering from a single, naked bulb that swung slightly, moved by an unse
GIULIAAfter a series of screaming from Edith, everything went quiet, and the phone went off. Mark seemed to have disconnected. “She's gone,” I whispered, peering up at Mary, who nodded. “Yes, she's no more. That bitch is gone," she agreed, reaching out to hug me.I couldn't tell what I felt at that time. It was a mixture of emotions, each swirling around until I felt nothing more but a numb sensation. I knew if this was under normal circumstances, Edith's screams of agony would have haunted me in my dreams. But I felt nothing. Not even pity. “She won't hurt me ever again?” I asked again, this time, my gaze went to June, who was silently staring at the screen. She had said no words since it went blank, but I recognized she had so many things going through her mind. Her eyes were red from unshed tears. I could see how much she was keeping in, the emotions she kept bottled away from everyone. “Yes, she won't.” She looked up with a smile as if she could feel my stare. “Though we did
MARKA setup?! Shit.My heart beat wildly in my chest, my palms immediately generating moisture that I quickly wiped on my shorts. June should have given me some sort of heads-up!"Giulia," I said, quickly clearing my voice after realizing I sounded funny. She was looking at me with those brown eyes that let you see into her soul.The late afternoon sun poured through the kitchen windows, casting a golden glow over the room. The scent of the stew on the stove lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from a bouquet on the table. My mind was a tangled mess of guilt and longing. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail, with loose curls framing her delicate face. Was she always this stunning? She looked stunning, a vision of strength and fragility, and the sight of her was almost too much to bear.I wanted to just jump into her arms there and then, and let her warmth seep into me like morning dew on the soil until my innermost dark clouds were slowly lifted. "Mark,
GIULIAShit!How could I have forgotten the two peeping toms by the door? With my eyes wide in shock, I swivelled around to look towards the door, exhaling when I noticed there was no one there. They might have realized we needed some time alone. “What's wrong?” Mark turned, frowning as his gaze returned to my face. “Oh. It's nothing.” I closed the distance between us and wrapped my hands around his waist, inhaling the sweet scent of… Well, food. He smelt like curry and spice. “Can you give me a moment? I need to whisk something for you,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my hair. “No, I want to hug you.” I pouted, peering up at him. “There's no telling when I will see you again since you like disappearing on me.” I stubbornly hugged him tight, knowing this might be the last time. Mark had always been a hard nut to crack. There was no telling what goes on in that head of his. It took a lot of scheming to get him. Letting go wasn't an option. “I'm not going anywhere,” he mur
MARKWe were seated on the front porch, gazing at the stars, our fingers entwined. From time to time during our conversation, she would tighten her grip and try to force my hand to the marble floor, gritting her teeth and laughing. When I offered resistance, her grip would go slack, only for her to try again moments later when she felt I wasn't on alert.She failed miserably in all her attempts. There was something about the current state of my life that I loved dearly. It was something about the way Giulia made me feel like mashed potatoes and her smile which never ceased to make me nostalgic.Just one flash of her pearly-white dentition and I was back in Seattle fifteen-plus years ago, running around with June and not giving a fuck. We used to also gaze at the stars, but at that time, it used to always be an argument on who could remember the types of stars Ms. RollingStone taught us.The thought made me smile. Oh, teenage June was lit. She taught me the definition of fun. Going bac
GIULIA“Forgive you for what?” I blinked, tilting my head to the side as I watched him. “Did you sack him because he helped me?”“No, not that.” He shook his head, peering down at his feet before he glanced back up. He seemed reluctant to tell me what it was he needed forgiveness for. Seeing him like that made me knit my brows. He looked very cute when embarrassed. If only he would learn to shed his bad boy persona, which he always showed to me, and adopt this new look. However cute he looked, I needed him to tell me what happened to Kenzo. “What is it, Mark?” My voice was stern. I folded my arms, scowling, to let him know I wasn't ready to let it slide until he told me what he did to Kenzo. I felt bad, though. Recalling my best friend after weeks of not doing so made me feel like a sham. “We fought.”“You engaged in combat????!” I yelled out before I could stop myself, my eyes wide in shock. “Well, that was what happened.” He lowered his head again. “I—”“You guys fought or y
MARK"Kristen, I cannot thank you enough," I stated appreciatively, my palms clasped in front of me. "Thank you so much for accommodating us. And thank you for the stress," I joked. He smiled, reaching out and pulling me into a hug. He was definitely adding some weight. Talk about June's cooking. "Don't mention at all," he said. "The best part about all of these is that we get to see you and Giulia back together. Love wins after all." He turned his smile to June who stood beside him. I'd almost forgotten that June was standing beside us. Kristen was greatly beekeeping age. There were red streaks of hair in his ponytail and beautiful white stands decorating his jaw. "We will miss you," June said. Her eyes turned solemn. "Mark, I just want you to be happy. You have had to... endure a lot. Giulia loves you so much. Don't let her down.""I won't." I stole a glance at Giulia. She was with Mary, consoling the heartbroken lady who couldn't stand the thought of our departure. They did this
GIULIAI had just stepped down from the car when Kenzo stormed out of the house. “What the hell is going on? Why are you guys—Lia?” He blinked, dazed. “Nah, I must be making things up,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. My lips lifted in a grin as my eyes ran over him, starting from his head to his feet, which were slipped into comfortable slippers. Kenzo had changed. It was obvious. The dramatic change made me lift an eyebrow. My once goofy friend looked more hardened, just like Mark did when I met him for the first time. He had completely shaved his hair, like a monk. There was no strand of hair on his head, and his eyes, which once held admiration whenever they beheld me, seemed lifeless. “Kenzo?” I finally found my voice, stepping towards him as I reached out to him. Seeing him this way tugged on my heartstrings. I couldn't tell why, but I felt I was part of the reason for his indifferent look. The minute his name left my lips, his face transformed as his lips lifted into a grin.