บททั้งหมดของ ECHOES OF TRUTH: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

He started walking down the hall. I swear I could imagine the huge smile on his face at that moment. "Let me go!" I screamed, only able to see the ground and the back of his feet. "No." "Logan!" I screamed, frustrated. "Yes?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Let me go! I have something very important to do! Jasmine me—" "Blah," he cut me off. "Blah, blah." "You are so immature." "I know." He wasn't even going to deny it? My God, he was arrogant. "Let me go! I swear if you don't put me down, I'm going to..." I threatened, trying to sound serious. "You're going to what?" he joked, chuckling. "I'm going to do something really bad to..." My voice trailed off as I looked at his very shapely ass. I had never noticed that before. Logan had a really nice ass. Logan continued walking as if nothing was happening. "Did I weigh nothing? He doesn't even look tired." "Logan, if you don't put me down, I'm going to scream so loud your ears will bleed." "Really?" I could hear t

A steaming cup of chocolate appeared in front of me. I turned slightly to look at Logan, who gave me a closed-mouthed smile. "What were you thinking?" "In a dangerous and unstable patient..." "Nothing." We sat and talked for hours about the most trivial things in the world, and it felt so good. I felt normal, without worries, without fears. I allowed myself to forget everything that had happened, the pain, the sadness. I wasn't the patient with all those depressing diagnoses; I was just a girl, having a pleasant conversation with the boy she liked. It was already past midnight when I began to feel sleepy. The two of us were facing each other, with our sides against the sofa, our heads resting on it. The intensity of Logan's gaze left me breathless. "Are you sleepy?" I nodded, yawning. "Just a little." "Okay." "Do you really not remember anything about that night?" I tensed up a little, forgetting that he had read my file. "Not much." "You don't remember anything ab

Seeing that boy a few steps away from me, my head throbbed with pain, a faint memory revealing itself in my mind. I was carrying a box into the kitchen; I couldn't believe we still had boxes after two weeks of moving. Well, part of the fault was with the shipping company. Instead of having all our things in one shipment, they arrived in parts. I placed the box on the kitchen table, letting out a long sigh. Vivaldi's Four Seasons echoed throughout the house; my parents were classical music fans. The doorbell rang, surprising me. We had never had visitors except for deliveries, and those were usually in the mornings, and it was almost dusk. I walked out into the living room to find my parents with the same puzzled expression I probably had. The doorbell rang again, and we all walked to the door, my father peeking through the clear glass on the side of it. He opened the door, revealing three people bundled up in coats, hats, and gloves. An older lady smiled at us, “Hello, we ar

Monday I don't want to think anymore. Is there a way to turn off my brain? To make my mind go blank? I felt completely overwhelmed; I already had enough with everything that had happened, with my depression, my traumas, without adding love complications. I had entered into a love triangle without wanting to, without the slightest intention, and I had no idea how to handle it. Logan… He knew who Adam was; he knew how he would complicate my life if he kept meddling in it, and he didn't stop until he had gotten into my heart. That was incredibly selfish of him. He knew everything I had been through; why make things more complicated for me? His expression when I had closed the door invaded my mind; maybe he didn't do it in bad faith; maybe he just got carried away by his emotions. Anyway, I couldn't help but feel betrayed in some way, mocked. Jasmine, Adam, Logan—they all knew everything, and the only one who walked in the shadows of ignorance was me. Adam... Those black eyes that

"So I do nothing? I just keep walking around, possibly talking to the killer without knowing it?" "Ignorance can be bliss, or in your case, your lifeline." "How can you analyze all this so well? How can you know what he's going to do?" Mason sighed. "Because that’s what I would do." -Mason- "No." His gaze met mine. "Someday I will tell you my story when we have eliminated your hunter and we are out of this place." "Is that a promise?" "I'm not a man of promises; I just say what I'll do, and that's it." "It's good to know that you're so convinced about catching the killer." I crossed my arms over my chest. "But why? Why are you helping me, Mason? What do you get out of this?" "Aside from the fun of watching this game between you and the murderer, I do hope to get a deal with the prosecution that put me here." "A deal?" "Yes, when you collaborate on a case as urgent as that of a serial killer, you can ask for things in return." "But the police don't know that you