[Alex's death day17th August 2023]The stadium was filled with cheerful people and the stalls for fast food were opened. The match was about to begin when the net of plastic was thrown over the huge stadium dome to keep the players safe from the heatwave. Cassandra and Zayn reach their seats as they were trying their best to be calm and composed. For the time until his death at 12:34 hours, precisely in the afternoon, Zayn and Cassandra wouldn't know what was peace.Alex's death, as per their imagination will be gory with his wind pipe being crushed, which will lead to his death.Louis and Jessica arrive after everyone else, they take their seats beside Framton and a few of Framton's business friends who have come to support the lad for his match."Oh, the broadcast has started." Cassandra lifts her arm up to see that a national TV channel was beginning it's broadcast. The cameraman was warming up with a few shots. The Johnsons have been made a centre of attraction as their faces on
Cassandra places her expensive binoculars back on her lap as she sends him a text.[Fuck nothing on my side] Zayn, who feels the vibration of his text looks at his phone. It felt irritating to have something else in his vision which blocked the partial view of his sight. [Don't worry Cass be cool] He texts her back.Cassandra gazes into her wristwatch and finds the time to be 23 minutes far from his death time. She felt pressured and incredibly sick to the stomach. The guilt of not being able to detect a clue and the feeling of failure was making her heart pound like a drum.But she had to do this by hook or crook.There was a small foil coated fast food which was lifted in the air by a person in the audience, far to the north. The sunlight subtly reflects on something shiny on the football ground.Cassandra notices something sharply blinding on her eye. She furrows her eyebrows and lifts her binoculars back up. She tries to trace the little shiny object that was projecting out from
Fear is a blissful feeling, right?In that moment of fear, suddenly, a person begins to lose all morality and tries to equal himself to God. The person hopes for miracles, "I wish someone can save me", "I hope something happens to him","I want to live...""I want to die..."The person suddenly thinks someone or a something shall come to rescue them or eventually, remove the fear factor from their lives altogether.Fear makes the body weak and the mind incredibly strong. The mind becomes durable to every thought as it is filled with hope and miracles, an oasis of anxious thoughts.Something similar happens to the two as well.Cassandra gives in to the demands of her mind.The dire need to feel rested takes over her body as she fell to her knees. She barely kept her eyes open. And if she did, she was viewing the dead body of a stranger in front of herself."Shit..." mumbling, she falls asleep."STOP THE MATCH!!" Zayn yelled into the mic so loudly that every member in the audience had
[3 hours agoJohnson siblings residence]"Cassie, if we have to do something stupid to save his life today, let's do it together, alright?""Yeah. It's better to stick together." "But I feel like Grandpa has the power to see through our lies. And I don't know how to make him believe that we aren't anything suspicious." Zayn recalls the moment where Framton said he found someone else in him, someone who wasn't Zayn Johnson, his son."We gotta have a foolproof plan for that." Back at the scenario where both the lovers lie down facing the ceiling and listen to soft whispers of their family, Cassandra makes an excuse to go to the bathroom.Before that, she taps Zayn on his shoulder as she subtly hints for him to stay alert on the phone."Guys, I'm bored." Zayn says."Entertain yourself with your phone, Child. I can't believe you're stating that out." "Thanks doc." He chuckles at Jessica. It was so easy.[I'm online] He texts as he switches tabs to watch social media content without his
"Happy holidays!""Happy holidays, fellas!" It wasn't a Happy holiday for Cassandra. She walks out of the campus as Peter watches her from a distance. He wanted to go wish her the same, but couldn't find the courage to do that. He would rather be chained to the tree, watching her walk in desolation than talk to her and invite people to bully him again.College life was tough.Especially for the weak folk who couldn't stop being kind with no courage.Cassandra reaches her car and drives off to her house. Louis was troubled with yet another scandalous photo of Cassandra.Cassandra couldn't give a shit to anyone. If that made someone horny or happy, she left it at that. She couldn't bring herself to bother about low lives who had fun watching and making other people suffer.She was chilling on the couch again when her siblings arrive back home one after the other.She was answering them patiently, the same concerned question repeating five times.Zayn was the mist concerned of all.He
[17th December, 2023]The siblings were shocked to hear his story. It had happened yesterday on the calendar. He was heartbroken and slept through the break up for the whole night and half of the morning.The next day, he couldn't go to his office as he crashed into his siblings' house with his shattered heart pieces in his hand.His siblings slowly mend his broken heart. Their presence was more than enough for the eldest to find peace and solace in them. And at 3 am again, the God of Death appears in their lucid dreams where he drops a letter and itches the date on their palms.Waking up in sweat and tension, Zayn reads his part of the letter while she reads hers. "He will be attacked.""He will be rescuing." The absurd amalgam of the clues bothered them."He'll be attacked and he will be the rescuer of someone as well? I don't understand a bit of this, Zayn.""Yeah...this looks like a tougher nut to crack." Zayn presses his lips in a thin line as he assures Cassandra to stay calm
A/n: I'm not a poetic author I'm sorry—Enjoy!When the trees were wilting and drying up in the weather, the Johnson siblings have gone out for shopping and celebrating the weather on the 20th of December.The CEO of Autoc Empire was on a much needed vacation for himself. His siblings were his peace, an abode of tranquility.As he watches the younger ones play enthusiastically with the snowballs they make, he captures true moments of their happiness with his phone. He wanted to treasure them for the rest of his life.As he moved towards the youngest two, he was smacked by a snowball on his back.He turns around to find Alex and Dan smirking at him."Guys," he takes his gloves to wear, preparing for an upcoming battle. "Let's divide ourselves into teams." And the siblings begin to relish their inner child with the snowball fight.Louis, Zayn and Cassandra form one team and the three boys Dan, Alex and Nick form another.Nick throws a sure shot at Cassandra— the weakest member or team
A/n: Let's keep her name as Charlotte Enjoy~Everyone was having fun at the party. All business delegates, rich guys and their wives were invited. If I were in the old Era, I'd like to think of it as a noble ball. Framton had met his long borne colleagues and had old men talks with them. He couldn't stop bragging about his children, his lovely children whom he loves so much."Haha! You are obsessed with your own children, Framton! Let them live a little on their own!" "Huh? Guy, I gave them permission to live in their own mansion, separated from me. Do you know how sad and lonely my life has been since they shifted?" The old men gossip worse than old women.However, Framton notices someone of keep interest looking in his direction.He could feel her gaze, she had such big and bright eyes even now. He was 48 and she is still 47 years young. Framton widens his eyes in surprise.The woman was walking towards him.He couldn't stop staring at her undying beauty. She's grown into the mo