Cloud's POV
I started to shift my gaze to Athena, who was lying motionless next to me, soundly sleeping on my arms outstretched from across the bed. I stopped and looked at her angelic face, and the flashbacks of her previous stories actually makes me feel sorrowful for her.
What did she do to deserve every one of these failures in life as an innocent and vulnerable angel?
I seem to have been extremely thankful that she had told me about everything that has transpired to her a few months before. Those would be the things she decided to keep buried by attempting to avoid my questions about them. It was the main reason of her sleep disturbances, and her heavy dependence on me by her side before bedtime clearly shows how much of an impact it had on her mind.
I was genuinely shocked that she wound up taking what I tried to tell her earlier on the balcony right after breakfast into consideration and immediately started openin
Unknown POV I have had a very sentimental soul. I discover it difficult to separate myself from comparatively tiny things that can make my heart skip a beat. I am always desperately trying to cling to flashbacks, glimpses, and extremely valuable moments and aspects. I happened to miss coming home from school with my wired headphones on, trying to make up contexts in my head as if they were actually the truth. How I genuinely wish I could just go back to the pastor's shops and purchase my sandwich fixings. I have missed the tranquility, the vibe, and the contentment it tends to bring — I really enjoy solo strolls, and being alone makes me feel great even more. When I take a stroll by myself on pavements or roadways with a picturesque view while wearing earphones and trying to look up to the sky as a hopeful pragmatist, I often seem to be an overly dramatic individual. And that is how affectionate I am. I am easily connected to small, multifaceted, and
Lovi's POV I had only just finished evaluating the articles that our authors had forwarded to me when I started to notice that there was a text message and a missed call on my mobile phone. I must have been really engrossed and swamped in my work that I did not even notice the notification from my phone. With that, I made the decision to stretch my shoulders above my head and tilt them slightly in an apparent effort to wind down my muscles. I felt very little pressure, which clearly shows that it has been pinned down due to being overworked. I managed to reach for my phone and swiped to unlock it as quickly as possible as I felt my muscles begin to relax. The screen flashed Athena's name on the notification panel after I finished typing the passcode. I instantly clicked on her message and read it. "I've already missed you. :(" — Athena Seeing her message tends to bring a genuine smile to my face. She
Cloud's POV I was staring grumpily at the chief of police as he began smoking his cancer stick outside the precinct, while Athena and I were exhausted and have only ever taken turns taking a nap for a few minutes. Last night, Athena prepared a dazzling dinner for the two of us and voiced her happiness and contentment with our relationship. But when she mentioned how grateful she was for the letter I gave her, I was both completely baffled and appalled, because I swear I have not ever given her any. We slowly walked to our bedroom hand in hand, wanting to locate the letter she had discovered on the bedside table. It was, indeed, there. And, judging by the elegance of the writing style, I can easily vouch for the fact that it certainly did not come from me. I have had poor writing skills eversince I was a child. Furthermore, there is no signature or my name written on the letter. Athena must have assumed it was from me because the letter
Unknown POV "Another inhuman incident occurred on May 24, 2021, between 12:30 and 2:30 A.M. The victim, identified as Mr. Andrew Wilkins, 24, a landscape architect, was brutally murdered in cold blood in a desolate location by puncturing his chest and shoving away his heart by an unknown repulsive suspect. According to the police department, this has been the 17th reported murder from the same culprit ever since these mysterious killings has started 6 months ago.." I smiled sanctimoniously as I took a sip of my freshly-brewed lavender tea in a comfortable position on my bed while watching the coverage. It has always been a habit of mine to always take time in savoring the exquisite taste of the herb in my favorite cup, tasting every drop as I feel all my malevolent turbulence magically relinquishes whenever I do that. It was like a magic wand swinging over into the thin air and magnificently vanishing all my emotional upheav
Athena's POV Cloud and I successfully completed our dinner just a few minutes ago. I termed it a success to illustrate how it nearly made the unimaginable possible. It was Cloud's first time cooking a very meticulous dish, and regardless of the fact that he volunteered to do it a few months earlier, I have not ever let him do the honor for the sheer terror of him causing a fire and creating a massive atomic blast in the kitchen. But today, I finally gave him the go-ahead, with the heartfelt optimism and anticipation that he will survive his first-ever hands-on with me, as his personal chef. We managed to eat a quick and easy scrambled egg earlier as we went home and immediately fell into a deep slumber after the previousnight's disturbance and being sleep-deprived at the nearby police station. The reason we woke up in the middle of the afternoon, coming to the realization thatwe had missed out on lunch because we were so completely immers
Athena's POVBefore having to enter the elevator, I texted Lovi first just to let her know that I had arrived early and safely at the building's premises. I managed to push the elevator up to the 9th floor, where our team's office is located and stepped aside politely while having to wait for more passengers to join the elevator.The speech controller inside the elevator then officially confirmed that we had reached the destination floor a few seconds later. The door automatically opened on the 9th floor, and I smoothly exited with some other passengers.When I finally showed up at our office, I was absolutely stunned to discover that the entire floor was pitch-black. I began to look for my phone, expecting to see a text message from Lovi, but there was none. It is indeed disconcerting because I thought I had informed her of my return two days before.I adeptly swiped my ID card through the detector, and its light sensor changed from red
Cloud's POV I was strolling around the shopping center when I happened to come across a well-known jewelry store. After moments of battling with my thoughts, I tactfully decided to open the sliding glass door and noticed a few people inside. I can indeed tell how glamorous the place was just by glancing at it. Mirrors engulf the four corners of the wall, creating exquisite intensity to the cozy ambiance. It has a stylish conceptual model that exemplifies the sophistication and ingenuity of the space, continuing to make it more extravagant. The ceiling was also adorned with mirrors, which encapsulate the ephemeral LED light meticulously boarded up through the mirrors themselves. Their flooring is intricately polished and has a glossy sheen that transmits light, highlighting the subtleties of the innate stone's crystalline structure. Its sleek appearance is lush in hue and radiates artistry, attempting to create a perspective for the interior.
Cloud's POV I had already been parked outside Athena's office when I received a text message from her saying she was just about to clock out in fifteen minutes. I messaged her back, informing her that I was already waiting for her to evacuate the building. Furthermore, I have not ever heard from her again after that, so I hypothesized she was going to finish up whatever work activities she was doing to officially end her shift for the day. I started to turn on my car stereo and flipped from one channel to the next, selecting a song that best suit my mood and preferences. And after I have selected the ballad that I find really relaxing and calming my nerves, I reached out to maximize the volume of my speaker then grabbed the backrest, and crouched down comfortably, trying to sing along with the ballads vociferously like a drunkard. My voice croaking as I tried my best to reach the highest pitch of the tune, eager to mimic the singer. I feel like I am