There are fifteen ways to calm yourself when you are so mad. First, breath. “Hoooo,” Jeonghan breathed. Second, admitting that you are angry. “I’m angry.” Third, challenge your thoughts. “What will happen if I did not suppress myself?” Fourth, release the anxiety. “How will I be able to release that?” Fifth, visualize yourself calm. Jeonghan shut his eyes and imagined himself smiling with the knife on his hand. Sixth, think it through. “Rational thoughts. I need rational thoughts.” Seventh, listen to music. Since he does not have time for that, then he’ll consider number eight which is changing his focus. “I came here to talk about the meeting,” he chanted his objective for coming. Ninth, relax your body. “I am trying.” Tenth, write it down. “I don’t have a f*cking pen and paper.” Eleventh, get some fresh air. “If I go out right now, I will see them again.” Twelves, fuel your body. “Do I have a time eating at this moment?” Thirteenth, drop your shoulders. “...”
When Joshua was a bright kid, he trusted that he was blessed with a loving and peaceful family. His dad was his hero and his mother was his home. He had this thought that everyone would get jealous at the harmony between his parents. But that belief changed one day.Joshua, along with his parents, Harvhey and Eli, visited a vacation where they will celebrate the two’s anniversary as marriage couple. They always do this to show how prosperous they are together; both for their son and the people around.Harvhey held the hand of the excited little Joshua and went to the counter to talk with the owner of the vacation house. There they met an old lady who recognized Harvhey right away.“Goodness gracious, your son is so handsome!” the old lady exclaimed. Her eyes twinkled to the boy in his father’s grip, as if she was one of those who anticipated for his birth.On the other side, Harvhey felt uncomfortable towards his unexpected meeting with the house owner. As much as he can remember, thi
Celine’s POV The two of us calmed down after some time. I remained seated on the bed while brother Eugene perched on the chair.‘Did someone put the chair beside the bed?’ I had a hunch who it might. But it cannot be Joshua. Seeing that he hasn’t come back here even if this room is ours, means he’s in deep thought. There’s no way he won’t suspect anything between me and brother.‘But… now that I remembered our past, it feels so weird. It was as if my memories are swerving continuously in two lanes; the past and the present.’ Yet that won’t conceal my emotions towards the boy who was became my the flower of my spring.“How did you hide?” I asked to my brother.“How did I hide?” he repeated my question. “Who else will help me to stay hidden? Of course it happened because of my father’s help.”His father, the former leader of the HongYoonChoi, and also Joshua’s father, Harvhey Hong.I did not know what happened after the incident that night, years ago. Maybe I was given with the drug
“The Governor went to Murgine.” Ben, the old man who is the owner of the convenience store near Celine’s old apartment, and also the leader of the third organization which is the center of the drug operation, turned around to look at the man who gave him the report. He was an old, weathered by time and hardened by experience. His skin bunched in wickedly deep wrinkles across his small face. Dark brown spots, like starts, lined along his thin forehead and down to his cheeks. His eyes were piercingly gray and prominent. And although he looks innocent and harmless, his gaze says something; an observant of reality. Ben is wearing a dark gray shirt and tattered overalls to cover his crooked body. He’s wearing a hat, one folded over his weakening forehead and leaking out strands of vividly white hair. From the first look, he maybe just an ordinary old man whose mind wanders through thoughts, memories and old possessions that are now lost. But at his feet which were adored with nicely pol
Tossing and turning on bed, Almond searched through the best position she should do to fall asleep. Such trials went futile because sleep never came into her. Usually, whenever she suffers from insomnia, she will drink the medicine that was prescribed by her doctor. But she did not take one. She wanted to sleep and stay awake at the same time; sleep because she’s tired, and stay awake because she feared that everything was just a dream. Almond tossed one more time. Wrapping her arms around the soft pillows, her head felt light, as if she’s floating on the sky. She could not put in words how much she’s happy right now. Happy? She does not even know if saying happy is the right word. But she cannot fool the joy that’s glowing inside her, as if the sunshine flooded her soul. Her spirits brightened and hope bloomed in her heart just like Sakura in spring; beautiful and captivating. Whenever she imagined the time when Eugene kissed her deeply, her cheeks raise from time to time. The w
When Minghao was young, he never had the chance to defeat Eugene. Therefore, he trained so hard and even became the best assassin in the HongYoonChoi organization.If they will fight again, who will win this time?No matter what the answer is, it does not change the fact that Eugene was formidable fighter that will hard to deal with.“Ack!”Another man was down. Dark red blood pooled on the floor beneath him. Eugene stood straight then lifted his chin.He has a perfect and beautiful face like a sculpture. The beautiful collarbone and broad, hard shoulders, visible through the collar of his shirt, went up and down for a while due to the tense breathing. But that does not means he’s tired and in the verge of death.“So who’s next?” he asked.With blood scattered on his pale face, he coldly stared at his opponents. They felt the goosebumps all over their bodies at his gaze without warmth. However, they cannot stop even if the fear of ending like the dead people around him conquered thei
Kloper walked passed the gates of the cemetery. Blanket of marble tombstone welcomed him, lining up like sea of dead. The cold wind blew bitterly, causing the leaves to flap as if they were bat wings. He stopped for a moment, then looked above. Overhead, clouds blotted out the distant moon from time to time, casting the centuries old cemetery into an inky blackness. He took deep sigh the continued his pace, passing through the space between the tombstones like how dense fog makes it way through the gravel path, settling onto the contours. The cemetery is large with different sections. But everywhere he turned his head, silence prevailed, yet not so silent that no noise at all spoke to his ever unsteady nerve. The wind whisked, rattling the flower in the basket that he’s holding. “I didn’t know what is his favorite flower,” Kloper murmured while walking and checking each of the names in the graves he passed through. Today, he woke up early to visit a friend. Whenever something am
The sun rose.Minghao felt the warm air hit his face like the blade of a shredding knife. Bodies of fallen enemies laid around him.The smell of flesh and metallic from both sides together with the dust made him feel sick. He looked down and saw his blood seeped through his crumpled shirt, leaving a dark red patch on it. The crimson liquid dripped off his fingertips and landed on the ground like an abandoned ink pen with ink cascading across the floor.He limped back to his car and wiped of the pieces of sharp glass from the broken window which were sitting onto the driver’s seat.“Ugh,” he winced as he perched down.Catching his breath, he peeled off his sleeve gently, revealing his blood-filled knife cut wound on his arms, the uneven chunks of flesh laid disorderly in the horrifying wound. The skin surrounding was red, a sharp contrast to his skin.Although he won from the fierce battle, fighting against skilled assassin from the same organization was hard. First of all, they traine