Star-Crossed Lovers

The people around kept running away from me. Some of them even stumbled down, out of their own tables, their eyes fused with such fright before they sprint away. I tried looking around but all of them are just gone. I heard screams, and the blurry cries of the children was ringing in my ears. But why are they looking at me? I took a step forward just to get a hint of what is going on but my knees trembled, causing it to fall down the ground and my body – my body seemed to splatter down the cold hard ground. There is something buried in my chest and my breathing seemed so heavy--so difficult. Everyone seemed to mind their own lives, that they never cared about other people, they are so scared that it actually disgusts me. No one even came near to help. How fragile can they be? That they never considered helping those who are in desperate need of a hand, just to save themselves. Cowards. I let out a small chuckle but got choked in my own blood

"W-what are you doing in my house?" I took a step back, I might have asked who he is or where the hell did his good looks come from but the fact that my killer hasn't been found yet has entered my mind uninvited, making me tremble. I was about to take one more step backward, away from my room but he was gone in an instant! I felt my back touched someone else's body so I roughly turned around and he was there! I stumbled back, scared of him, scared of what's happening. I stared at him and dig my nails in my palm to see if I am hallucinating or even dreaming. But I am fucking not! And he is really standing right in front of me! He looked at me like he was having fun watching me frightened. I shook my head, gathering a lot of courage to speak up. "Are you my killer?" My voice broke in the middle of the sentence. He then sat down with his bent knee and laughed in a way that feels more of scorn. "I could have killed you back in t

I felt the butterflies rummaging in my stomach. His breathing was heavy and the air that escaped his lips caressed mine. I, on the other hand, was unconsciously gritting my lower lip with my teeth—gosh, he smells of fine wine and eucalyptus. "Did he touch you?" Why are their questions both about touching me? “What? Of course not,” I answered promptly. I fucking sound so defensive. His voice was deep and his eyes examined mine carefully. His grip on both my hands tightened sending currents throughout my body. I felt the bit of pain but it felt exciting-- fucking different. "We’re not even lovers." My voice came out ragged, my breath was turning heavier and heavier as his other hand laid on my neck, his fingers sliding from my delicate skin into the back of my head. "W-what are you doing?" I gulped, he suddenly tugged into my hair making me groan. "Do you like it?" His voice is sexy and flirty, never lea

I never slept---I took a shower and put on my white blouse and black skirt. My eyes have dark circles around it, making me look like a damn raccoon. I covered it with concealer and put some moisturizer on my lips. I can't claim the promotion today if I'm not even representable."What happened?" Zach appeared at the door of my room. I called him last night and told him about it."He's gone," I answered and my tone turned out to be as flat as my attitude right now. I don't know what to feel anymore. After my outburst yesterday, trying to take the first step to analyze what is going on in my heart, the man who cause me such outrage is now nowhere to be seen."He'll come by, you know,” he uttered as he stepped his way into the room."I don't care anymore."I stood up from my mirror and looked at Zach. "How do I look?""Beautiful. But there's something missing?" His brows creased."If this is another one of your jokes, I swea

The tension that was building in the room made me wanna scream and run away. His cold gaze made me weak and it made my fingers fumble on the hem of my skirt. He looks so formal, a professional. His hair was brushed up behind, but a strand of hair laid on his forehead.I am amazed at how civilized he was here than the first time I met him. In my place, he looked like someone who would just barges into your house, like the bad boy in the novels. Right now, he looks like a hot billionaire man who was a regal back in the medieval period. Classy and sophisticated.