I watched as he turned his back on me, still clearly upset by my decision. It seemed like he was on the verge of not letting me into his condo, especially after I had gone out with my father to inspect our burned house one time. What he didn't know was that I had the key to his condo. I just couldn't leave him alone, as he had wanted me to do, at least not for now—maybe after all of this had settled. "Aren't you going to take a shower? You're starting to smell bad," I complained. I wanted to laugh when I saw him reluctantly sniffing himself. He refused to acknowledge my presence. If he could teleport, he probably would have done it already. "You reek of sweat. It's even sticking to the bedsheet," I continued my rant. I fiddled with the key I held, feeling his gaze shift back to me. He gave me a stern look, but I chose to ignore it. "It's embarrassing, especially if there's a lady inside—" "Then leave!" he snapped and turned away from me again. I just sighed and stood up. "Peop
"I'm willing to help, Lucas. Why don't you want to accept help? Is it because of your pride?" I couldn't help but ask. I set down my second beer on the table and slouched in front of him. He had already downed two buckets of beer, while I had only consumed two bottles, and yet he still appeared sober. It was embarrassing, considering the low alcohol content of the drinks we were having, but here I was, feeling tipsy. "It's not that I don't want to accept your help. It's just better if you stay quiet and pretend not to know anything because it will only make things harder for me if you're involved and become part of the problem I have to think about, on top of the kids," he explained. I furrowed my brow and tilted my head slightly. "Kids?" I asked. "What kids, and what do they have to do with this?" He shook his head. "Just like I said, stay out of it. Do whatever you want, but please don't try to involve yourself in the problems I'm dealing with. As much as you can, stop being cur
Feeling weaker, I shifted my weight to Lucas and let my arms wrap around his neck. "Aurora, stop," he urged. "What? It's hot, Lucas," I complained after biting his lower lip. He let out a slow sigh and gently pushed me away. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol affecting me so strongly; this wasn't how I usually reacted to alcohol. "Get up, Aurora," he ordered, his voice strained. I groaned in pain and clutched my hip, which had taken the brunt of my fall. "Damn it, why did you roll down?!" he snapped. "I can't even stand up!" I protested. I didn't complain further as Lucas lifted me. I thought he would take me straight to bed, but instead, he sat me down on a high chair in the kitchen. "Here, drink this," he instructed, handing me a glass of water. I reached for it, but my throat refused to cooperate, and I ended up putting the glass on the table. The heat that I was feeling were unbearable, and I felt like I was sticking to my own skin. "It's so hot!" I complained. "I'm sw
I couldn't look at Lucas while we were having breakfast at his mini dining table in his condo kitchen. Even though I was drunk last night, I remembered everything. The memory of waking up in each other's arms added to the mix. I just hoped he didn't know about it because I woke up first. I tried to glance at him, but I was the first to avert my gaze when I met his eyes, which seemed to be waiting for me to look at him. "I'm full—full already," I stammered, lowering the utensils I was holding. I didn't know how to act now after what happened between us. "I'll be heading back to my condo later. Maybe I won't come here anymore—" "Is it because of what happened last night?" he interrupted. "Am I bad at sex?"I hesitated and then blurted out, "No—no," almost shouting, which surprised him. I swallowed hard and continued, "You're doing just fine. I mean, you don't need someone to take care of you anymore. I'll stop running the case like you want. I'll just be quiet—keep quiet," I adde
I felt déjà vu when I saw a man wearing a black hoodie who kept glancing at me. I vividly remembered that this had happened to me before. I put back the cabbage I was holding and waited for the group of five teenagers who were seems to be friends. When they passed by me, I joined them in walking. I was walking quickly away from there. I was starting to believe that Lucas had nothing to do with what was happening to me. I was beginning to doubt that he was behind the near-accidents I had experienced. I am now a hundred percent convinced that everything happening to me was intentional. From the time I was in the cinema, the one where I almost collided with someone. Now I realize that a series of unfortunate events had occurred in my life. Only now am I connecting all the dots. "What the hell!" I angrily shouted as I bumped into someone. I gave him a stern look. I felt a mix of fear and anger while almost running just to get away from there. But I stepped back when I saw the man in
"Have you been waiting for a while now? I'm sorry if I took too long," I greeted Haze as I saw him sitting at the entrance of the cafe. He shook his head. "I just arrived. Although, I can't stay long either. You know." He shrugged. I wrinkled my nose and nodded. There wasn't much I could do about it. We hadn't been able to hang out for a long time because he was so busy. Throughout our entire time at the cafe, he was busy with his phone. I just let him be and occupied myself with other things. He invited me for a coffee break, but it seemed like he didn't really take a break because he was still working even when he wasn't at the office. "I'm really sorry, Aurora. Let's hang out another time. I'm really busy, sorry," he apologized. I shook my head. "It's okay, I understand that you're really busy. Just call me when you're free, I'm not doing anything anyway," I replied. "I told you not to come here. I have my car, but you still followed me," I joke. "I feel bad for not talking t
Trembling with fear, I slowly made my way out of the condo. My knees felt weak, and I was taken aback when I came face to face with a life-sized plastic statue of Azrael, the angel of death, right as I opened the door. I instinctively pushed Lucas's hand away, perhaps He heard my scream. "When will you stop this?" I asked him, tears streaming down my face. "How did you even manage to bring this inside?" I questioned again when he didn't respond. "Lucas!" I called out to him, but he left without saying a word. I was left sitting on the floor, crying. In a hurry, I gathered my belongings that had fallen on the floor and put them back in my bag. I practically ran to the exit in an attempt to catch up with Lucas. However, due to my slow pace, I couldn't see his car anymore. In the end, I decided to go to his condo unit. As I had expected, Lucas wasn't there as his door was closed. I was about to leave when something strange caught my attention. I can't explain it, but I felt a shive
I laughed after giving him a cold look, causing him to pause in his approach. "Lying is your real hobby," I remarked. "You know the person behind all of this, don't you?" I asked. In an instant, the emotions vanished from his eyes, and he looked away from me. "I thought you claimed to have no knowledge of the accusations against you," I continued. "I wasn't informed that I'm being buried next month. So they also know when I'm going to die?" I said, chuckling about the tombstone. "I look good inside the coffin," I joked. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked. "What do you want me to say?" he retorted. "You said you had no knowledge of the allegations against you, but here you are with pictures of me inside a coffin and even a tombstone," I said. "Do you really enjoy fooling people, Lucas? Does it make you happy to see how ignorant I am? Is it difficult to admit that you know everything? Now, tell me, where did you come from after seeing Azrael inside my unit? Did you visit the