Astolfo formed his lips into a thin line as he waited for Blanche to answer.
But just like the time where he decided to stay on the docks when everybody leaves, because of the note he gave to her, he's looking more ecstatic opposite to what Doe and Bon felt.
It was supposed to be a black operation -a clandestine operation that only the three of them knew.
It's not like they're rebelling against the organization, but that's close to it rather than any other explanation. Bon has a half-brother named Noir and they both entered the organization without making any noise, their successes screamed for them and they easily promoted on being specials.
No one could say they have connections, those two brothers were just skilled and talented as fucked, and they know what they're doing. That comes with knowing if they're being fucked up or not.
The organization made the wrong decision of messing with the br
Astolfo stared at the sea, he stood on a shore platform feeling the cold breeze wrapped around him and the tears flowing from his cheeks as he wondered where he went wrong.It's already 3 am, and the sky's starting to clear up as it waits for the brightness to come but his shallow heart still has darkness in it, the night has ended but his heart's still dark.The water reached for his feet as if trying to comfort him but it was cold, his body felt numb and his congested lungs suddenly made it hard to breathe."Astolfo," someone called. It was a feminine voice and excitement rushed over Astolfo."I know you'd come you're just lat–" but his sentence was cut off when he finally had a clear view of that woman who called his name."Misha." Astolfo's heart twinged, his hope disappeared with the air.Misha was standing a meters away from him, she looked like him, she didn't have sleep even a win
Misha's head throbbed as she tried to stand up from the couch that she slept on.Looking around at the table full of pizza crust, chips, chicken wings, and bottles and cans of beer. The carpet in the living room smelled like the vomit of all the drinks and foods mentioned.Her head feels like someone was continuously banging her skull with a hammer. She stood up to distance herself from that smelly carpet and stretch her arms in the small balcony of the room. She was wearing a big bunny oversized shirt and cotton pants, she wore a bunny head house slippers and there's a khaki-colored turban with a ribbon on the side.The sun's already on its full warmth and yet it felt to stay in bed all day and do nothing, but of course, that's impossible, she's an emerging adult now, she needs to find money to fend for herself. That's why she chose the organization, it's easy to gain money and socialize and everything; it's all itself. Per
Blanche ran back to the organization like that wasn't she supposed to do from the start. She didn't wear the uniform for the specials, instead, she wore a wine-red colored gown with a slit on the left leg.She was running like her life's depended on it. After the talk with Astolfo she found herself on the road again, and this time, it wasn't raining, but it started to snow.And as the crystalline white snow falls to the ground, Blanche smiled bitterly, the only thing she needed to do from the start has been waiting for her to realize what she did wrong, and what she had to do next.Astolfo smiled sadly, Blanche had the same expression but more sympathizing."That's what I expect you to say, but I didn't know that it hurts more when you said it." He held his chest and gave a bitter expression.But what can he do? It's already been done, he's in the confinement, and he looked like a murderer now when he just did was express his emotions.
The banquet hall in the dorm was decorated with open flames inserted into hurricane-type glass holders placed on the pillars of the hall draped with cream-colored curtains with wine-red fabric on top, a 3-tiered chandelier in a daisy-shaped with pendant lights that were in brass and bronze, the carpeted floor also inserted such elegance in the room.Blanche open the double doors and was welcomed by elegant people drinking champagne in a wine glass, in suits and sparkly gowns as they talked to each other in groups. She's intimidated to step up and joined them. Did she enter the right room? Yes, she's sure that this was the place, everybody, frequent when there's an event or announcement like when Blanche was promoted as specials and challenged her luck to them.And ended up losing.Blanche could still smell the blood of Astolfo lingering, dancing in her nose, seeping on her fingernails, staining the palm of her hands.
Slidell fell on his back from the cushion they lay with a thud. He closed his eyes and felt the impact of the fall starting from his spine.Why did no one hold it?!Misha heard a thud against all the people who gasp and ran towards the man that fell. She ran a hand no her hair and step back, not even bothering to see who's the man.When she turned her back to the Christmas tree she heard someone yell. "Angel!"Her heart dropped from its ribcage, she felt a single sharp pound that traveled through her body, there's only one person who called her angel.She slowly turned and found the guy in a big black parka standing in front of her, showing his straight white teeth. The people started to surround them. Misha pointed at herself. "Me?"The guy chuckled and closed the distance between them, the people's eyes were still on them and the hotel employees wondered how to put such a safety cushion bac
"My, my, my favorite child is here."A woman dressed in a black gown stepped out from the crowd and touched Blanche's left cheek with an acrylic manicure. It was in the shade of red same with her lips, she's the only one wearing such seductive and bold design, her smell of some red roses that bloom together in a field on the night masqueraded the whole winter and Blanche held her breath when her cold touch brush her cheeks.It's the touch that can bring tears to your eyes. It's the kind of touch that once you feel even the tip of her long fingernails, it can graze your skin with sins of what you did in the past. It can make you realize that what you're doing for so long, and what you're trying to cling to live was all wrong. And that, the only thing you can do was freeze at your place because even if you open your mouth and tears cascaded on your cheeks, no words would come, it's like she held your throat all of a sudden and she'll dive on your inside
The only thing you can hear at Slidell's kitchen was the slices of bacon sizzling on a pan, and the rice cooker that turned warm."Don't you know any other food to cook for breakfast?" Ace hissed as he opened the rice cooker and steam rose to his disheveled bed hair.Slidell crinkled his nose, the delicious smell of bacon was starting to dwell in the whole kitchen. "If you don't want what I'm cooking then get out of my place."He was wearing his animated pajamas and his varsity sleeveless shirt that has the number 24 on it, compared to what Ace wore, a cream-colored cotton short sleeve with a Chinese collar and grey boxer briefs, his was more descent, it just differs from their bed hair.Ace has more charisma, Slidell got it, and his hair that was frosted with gel and he forgot to wash it before he got to bed last night made him a loser.He reached for a tray of eggs on the fridge and crack it open with one hand, he le
-Misha ran to Blanche after she opened the door."Where the hell did you go?"Blanche walked passed her, ignoring her question and removing her boots. She was supposed to walk straight to her room, but then she noticed the black invitation on the center table."I know where did you go, in hell right?" Misha who turned up to her side smiled from ear to ear, her eyes forming a line.Blanche snorted. "That doesn't fit you," she said and sat on the couch in front of the invitation.Misha snickered, rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and also sat on the couch."I talked with the devil," Blanche started, she straightened her back and look at the invitation that has dents and was slightly crumpled on its lead.Misha licked her lips. There's a distinct way that the devil uses to call her child, each one's different from the other, sometimes she calls them by giving a secret messa