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
Celine’s POV In my dream, I heard my father’s voice through the last letter he sent to me. [“Dear my Celine, no… my lovely daughter, Jill… While you were still in your mom’s womb, I remembered singing lullabies to you so you would know my voice. I’ll never forget the first time I held you in my arms and saw the spark in your eyes, that baby smile that let me know you will become one hell of a woman one day. I was so young and scared, but most of all – excited to the bone. Your little hands held me tightly to my pinkies as you were taking your first steps. You are, in my mind, the toddler running to the door joyfully crying “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy” when I came home after a long journey. Suddenly, there was a new bundle of joy that had already completely shifted my life. It was impossible to describe, yet incredible to feel. I love you and cherish you, my baby; from the day you proved me that you’re everything I wished you’d be, to the day we will be separated. There are so many t
Joshua is sitting on a chair, underneath the light above his head. Tonight he is the captive, but he wasn’t tied with anything; as if the captor believes that a clever man like Joshua won’t never think of running away because the percentage of his escape will be less than 50%. He guessed the right thing. Showing no signs of anxiousness, he looked around the place where he was brought. He’s inside a deserted church. The altar, tables and chairs had long been removed. Only the holy statue remained — Christ’s face, covered with dust, revealed an extraordinary quality of steadfast perseverance, and the old piano at the corner of of the hall. “He chose an odd place,” Joshua murmured after checking his surroundings. He did not exactly know where is the location of this, but was perplexed to his captor’s weird way of choosing the location. Was there anything else worth seeing inside the giant and silent church? Joshua wasn’t interested at the place anymore. He felt hungry and thirsty fo