I thought that I was crazy this time for realizing that love comes to a broken heart... like the moon that comes in the daytime... like rain when the sky is clear It's almost hard to believe... You were like an angel when I was dying... ***"Bon appetit." Marcel put down a bowl of porridge that was still very hot with smoke billowing out. Even though it was just a normal porridge, it still managed to steal Valerie's attention. She couldn't believe Marcel had made that food for her. "Are you okay?" Marcel came back with a spoon in his hand. "I'm fine Marcel, it's been almost a day since you asked me how I was." Valerie pulled a faint smile because that was all she could show right now. If she said that she was fine now, it would be a lie. Even though she was very far away from Arthur, Valerie was still worried because Marcel was helping her and it was well known that Marcel and Arthur did not get along. "Lying Valerie, your eyes prove you are lying. Are you still afraid that
Sofia was very surprised to see many men in neat suits standing at the door of her apartment. Sofia's hand tightly gripped the shopping bag she had just bought. "What do you all need at my house?" Sofia, who was initially afraid, tried to find the courage to ask. "Miss Master told us to take you back to France." One of the 6 people represented to speak to Sofia. "Sir? Sir, who are you talking about?" Sofia still doesn't understand because her father can't do this. After all, he's not running away from home. Sofia had not yet heard the answer from them. her eyes were already sleepy and closed in a few seconds until she was unconscious. "Take her." One of them carried Sofia's body into a luxury car that had been parked not far from Sofia's apartment. "Sir the mission has been completed." One of the men bowed in front of the man sitting next to a woman he had been eyeing all along."Good, I'll send you a bonus later." The car door closed again and left the apartment complex of the
"Are you cold?" Marcel took one of Valerie's hands and put it in the pocket of his leather jacket. Valerie did not have time to refuse Marcel for doing that. They returned to walk along the streets of Venice, a city that is often nicknamed "Queen of the Adriatic" because of its beauty. during the day the cityscape is on the water with many people riding gondolas (boat-like transportation). Even the orange-colored buildings seem natural and so romantic. But according to Valerie the city of Venice is much more beautiful at night. The lights are so beautiful that shine along their journey, and romantic music sounds from many street singers that make them not want to go home. "Was this trip boring? Because you've been silent rather than talking." Valerie stopped her footsteps when Marcel also stopped his footsteps. Marcel was wrong if he thought Valerie was bored because, on the contrary, Valerie was enjoying all of this so much that she could hardly say a word. Isn't women like that?
I will keep running away if it can keep you away from me.A broken heart can be repaired but the wound will still be left without being able to throw it away***5 MONTHS LATER. Valerie walked towards a place he stopped at an underground train that would take him to a place. in recent months Valerie began to venture out alone without the help of Marcel's men. Valerie has been in a lot of trouble for Marcel even though Marcel has always treated Valerie well.How is she doing now? of course, Valerie is much better and happier than before. all her pain is slowly healing even though, all the bad memories still can't be removed from her mind.The train stopped in front of her quickly Valerie stepped inside and put in her transportation card to pay before she took a seat. taking out the handset from her bag and connecting it to the cell phone that Marcel had given her. like a Deja Vu Valerie started doing her habits like before she came to the city that was the main cause of all her pain.
Life does keep spinning... But let me stay in the same loop... I'm too comfortable and safe there... Love is not about speed but about direction... Your direction is enough to make me stay and never want to leave again... *****Valerie walked towards the minimarket which was not far from the apartment. As her feet continued to move for some reason she felt more and more anxious like someone was following her, many times she tried to encourage herself to look back. However, there was still no one else but herself walking on the pedestrian street. The more he walked, the more Valerie was sure that someone was following him. His footsteps, which initially stepped slowly, were now accelerating almost like running and indeed all he did was run because Valerie was afraid that a strange man would commit a crime against him. Valerie's body stopped as she bumped into someone again this time all the citrus fruits in the man's grocery bag fell to the ground. "I'm sorry." Valerie quickly
Be mine then I will give you my world. Just be mine.Then you are a lucky woman.I will take you to a much more beautiful world called immortality.****Arthur stood in front of the window with a glass of hot tea because he could never drink coffee due to his allergy. His eyes kept staring at the window of the apartment that was only a few meters away from him, right across there was the main object that Arthur kept watching he couldn't wait for the woman to open the curtains and dance there. Arthur grew impatient as he saw Valerie who today stepped out and stood on the small balcony. with white pajamas, hair that was still randomly messed up looking casual doing little things that made Arthur's body stiffen. Even though Valerie only raised his hands. However, it made Arthur want to run towards Valerie immediately if he didn't realize what was happening, and hug that body tightly and caress it gently was a desire that Arthur could not do at this time. "Damn it! Why did he have to
"Grandma." Sofia approached Axell's grandmother who waved her hand at Sofia. "Does Grandma need anything?" Sofia touched the fragile hand gently. "Help me to sit down, I want to sit down." Although the voice was very small, Sofia understood she immediately helped Grandma to sit down by placing a few pillows that would support Grandma's back. These few days Sofia herself has stepped in to take care of Axell's grandmother directly. not because of Axel's orders but, all of that she did purely because Sofia considered Grandma also to be one of her family now. Sofia's hand continues to be held by Dalmi, Axel's grandmother, who is so beautiful even though, at an age that is no longer young. "Sofia." Sofia was surprised the first time she heard Grandma call her name. Because of the pain suffered by Grandma, it is unlikely for her to remember the names of other people's names. But, like a miracle, Grandma called her name."Grandma, Grandma remembers my name?" Sofia shed her tears because
"Priscilla is here, child. "Grace smiled as her little daughter walked over to her. Grace brought Pricillia's body to sit beside her on the same sofa as her. Hand over hand, Grace picked up a comb and some hair ties. her hand slowly brushed the hair of her little daughter who looked calm and still. Grace kept thinking about how and who would do this after she left and who would give Pricillia such great love. "Priscilla. Soon Pricillia should be able to tie her hair, Mommy will teach Pricillia to tie her hair and wear her school clothes. "Grace's hands began to tie some parts and put knick-knacks to decorate the hair of the child who had just entered kindergarten. "Priscilla doesn't want to! Priscilla only wants Mommy to do it for me. "Priscilla folded her hands in front of her chest in a cranky moment. "Honey...Someday you will grow up to be like Mommy and Mommy won't always be able to do that for you. "I don't know what made Grace say that to a child who still didn't understand,
"Daddy prill ready!" Pricil immediately ran to her father who was also getting ready in more casual clothes. Their plan for this weekend was to go to Arthur and Valerie's house. their relationship was getting better and better. since Valerie was among them, Arthur and Marcel often contacted each other and there were no more arguments and small things to fuss about. In time they will be happy in their way as today they are also planning a picnic together. "What a beautiful daughter daddy has." Marcel lowered his head to match her height and Pricilla grabbed the body that could be said to be no longer small. But Marcel had no problem carrying Pricilla's body even though she had grown into a mature woman. "Come on Daddy, I can't wait to meet Aunty Valerie." Pricilla placed both hands on her father's cheeks and gave Marcel a small peck on the lips. "Okay Go..Go." Marcel picked up Pricilla's small bag where a snack had been prepared for Pricilla on the way. Marcel got into hi
Rachel wiped her tears, today was already the seventh day she was in this damn room. Rachel was moved into a room that she thought was inhumane not in every room an iron trellis was installed for whatever purpose Rachel could not see anything out there other than a dark room. In the evening, and only illuminated by lights at night there is no sign of life here for Rachel what does it mean to live? For Rachel her soul was dead but her body was not buried. Even more disgusting for Rachel, just to take a shower, Mark sent people to watch over her like she was a real animal. Rachel stares at the reflection of her face which is so similar to the blue wounds turning purple some are missing and some are new. Not only that, Rachel even had a sharp object cut on her thigh. And a cut on her ribs made by a razor blade with a string of words that Rachel didn't know what they meant. "How sad your life is, Rachel....what did you do wrong to God that you have to take all this punishment."
Mark put his shirt back on and walked to the window to get the remote and open the automatic blinds. The sky was clear today but Mark wasn't going to the office today, not because of Rachel but because Mark had woken up late and Mark was waiting for his doll to wake up and receive Mark's torture again. Mark turns his body to stare at Rachel from a considerable distance now from his bed. Mark is thinking how long will Rachel pretend to be asleep? Mark knows that she is already awake in his arms. it's just that, Mark is still too lazy to just serve Rachel he continues his sleep. And now Mark was getting impatient waiting for Rachel's charade to end. "You're awake, aren't you? Stop the charade I'm sick of it!!!" Mark raised his voice deliberately to make Rachel open her eyes. Mark walked back towards Rachel who was still faithfully closing her eyes. Mark could barely bear not to touch Rachel as his hand gripped Rachel's chin and the woman finally opened her eyes. Mark approach
Mark tried to open his eyes again and the boy's face was no longer there. He walked to the bedside table looking for some pills that he kept in two bottles. Mark's hand immediately took the two pills and swallowed them with a glass of water that was always on the nightstand. It had been a long time since he took the medicine the psychiatrist gave him but today he had to take it to quell all his anger. Mark pulled the blanket that was on his bed and his hand picked up a pillow bringing it into a room not far from him. It was none other than a bathroom with a bathtub that was the most comfortable place. Mark put a blanket to cover the bathtub after which he got in it and lay down curled up with only one pillow. Within minutes Mark was fast asleep. Mark dreamed he was running down a highway with his clothes covered in blood. He didn't know why he kept running, but Mark was very scared. Many times he tried to wipe the blood on his hands by rubbing it hard on his high schoo
Rachel opened her eyes which felt very heavy, her whole body seemed to be crushed and heavy when she moved. There was no light whatsoever, when Rachel opened her eyes it was nothing but dark, and felt so claustrophobic. Rachel had to cough several times one thing she was very sensitive to dust. Rachel also can't stay in a dark room for too long, it can make Rachel feel short of breath. "Help!" Rachel tried to shout for help. Her hand was now right in front of her chest which felt very tight, Rachel was having trouble breathing. Her hands tried to grab whatever was in front of her. The real feels nothing but empty, Rachel can't cry because she knows her tears won't get her out of there. The door suddenly opened, someone's face was unclear but now Rachel could see it. The demon man who brutally slaughtered her now reappeared with his smirk. "Hey, wife are you awake from your sleep of death?" Mark walked up to Rachel who looked terrified. Naturally, Rachel was afraid of
"Daddy..." Pricill immediately ran towards Marcel who was stretching his arms out, in front of the school exit. "Okay, tell Daddy what you did at school." Marcel kissed Pricilla's cheek and put her in the car. "Hmm, a lot Daddy." Pricilla placed her index finger on her pursed lips remembering what she did at school. Marcel smiled as Pricilla became more and more like Grace. Flashback. "What would you like to eat?" Grace placed her index finger on her lips, trying to think of what would be good to eat today. "Sushi? Pizza? Or something else?" Marcel smiled as he looked at his wife's funny face. "No...I'm bored baby that food keeps coming especially steak ahh I think I'll throw up every day eating it. "Grace rolled her eyes and folded her hands in front of her chest. "Then what's good where right now?" "Coq au vin?" Grace asked Marcel again, asking for his opinion, even though Marcel's opinion didn't matter when it came to food. "Are you sure you want to eat
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" Rachel opened her voice again after a long silence. "There's no need, ma'am. This wound will heal on its own." Mark was still focused on the road ahead of him, he couldn't hide how eager Mark was to bring Rachel to harm at this moment like pushing her into a ravine for example. Rachel saw the blood flowing down the driver's shirt sleeve and was shocked. "You hurt your hand!!!" Mark just realized the wound on his hand. He didn't know that the acting he did made him hurt. What's more, he had fallen in the middle of the road maybe, that's where the wound came from. And Mark didn't realize that. Mark was surprised when Rachel's hand gently rolled up his shirt and it made Mark turn his head and pull his hand away from Rachel's touch. "I'm fine ma'am." Mark was not used to receiving other people's touch so when Rachel's hand touched his hand without permission Mark was surprised. "Shut up! Remember I'm your boss." Rache
Rachel put the earphone to her ear and the noise of the airplane engine often made Rachel feel dizzy even though she took a business class flight, she still sometimes thought about it and it would make her dizzy and nauseous. This time she was able to calm down a little when the sound of Lady Gaga singing shadow was very soft and her seat position had now been changed to a reclining position. Rachel tried to sleep for a while at least she could replenish her energy, which still felt lacking because of her irregular resting time these days due to her rather hectic work. one more thing that irritated Rachel these days. where in the past week she always received anonymously sent objects again and again, which at first was just expensive bag and the next time it was watches, shoes, flowers, and even chocolates that were quite large and certainly very expensive. Whoever was behind the delivery of all these objects Rachel was very disturbed. Hopefully, after she returned to France no one
"Mark, where are you going?" Mark's footsteps stopped when a voice he had memorized called his name. Mark's body didn't even want to turn his body even a little bit, just to look at the other person. all of that happened because of his hatred. "No need to know where I am, you are not my mother. " Mark said in a very cold tone he again stepped his feet leaving the magnificent four-story house. Mark walked into his black Mercedes Benz GT 63 S car and immediately started the engine and left the yard of his father's luxury house. Previously Mark's day was very calm because in that magnificent house, only his father and himself lived. but in the last 2 years everything has changed, the woman who is currently still his father's fiancee has even come to live in the same house with Mark. "Damn it when that woman comes home!!.. I can't wait to get close to her. " Mark hit the steering wheel pressed the gas pedal and drove his car through the slippery road because it had been soak