The mysterious designer

DASHIELL

Staring at the wedding picture I kept in my drawer, reminded me of Nova. I was searching for a file I kept on there when I saw it, something I had forgotten I brought to the office after I took it down because of Lilith — she hates seeing the picture on my desk.

Sighing, I stared at a smiling Nova. It has been five freaking years since she left me. Five years since she disappeared from the country with no trace. At first, I was pissed with her, blaming her for every misfortune, but gradually, it turned to more. Her disappearance not only made me feel betrayed, but it left a hole in my heart. I couldn't tell what it was. Was it anger, or something else entirely?

“Darling!” Lilith called out in that shrill voice of hers that always annoyed me.

Startled, I placed the picture back in the drawer, before I looked up, forcing a smile so she wouldn't notice what I just did.

“What's it?” I stood up from my chair and walked over to her, still smiling. My cheeks hurt from the exerti