Who is she? And why do I feel something strange when I see her crying? And you know what? I think I know what this feeling is. It's guilt. Why am I feeling guilty just by looking at her? As I continued to observe her, my mind raced with questions and a whirlwind of emotions.My heart was burdened with a swirling storm of emotions, each one vying for my attention. But amidst the chaos, one feeling stood out, piercing through the tumultuous sea of my thoughts: empathy. It coursed through me like a river, connecting me to the girl who stood before me, her tears a reflection of the pain that resided within my own being.A heavy burden of guilt descended upon me, its weight pressing down upon my weary shoulders. It cast a somber shadow over my thoughts, obscuring the clarity of my mind. I found myself questioning the origin of this guilt, perplexed by the profound impact the girl's tears had on my emotions.Why did I feel this way? Why did her tears tug at the delicate strings of my heart,
I stood there, an unwavering presence amidst the storm that had just swept through. A gentle sigh escaped my lips, barely audible in the hushed atmosphere that surrounded me. "Finally, she left," I whispered softly.Carmine, with a thoughtful expression on his face, tried to mend the rift that had formed in the wake of Jasmine's departure. "Yeah, you know, she's not all that terrible. It's just that she tends to have these mood swings," he said, his voice filled with empathy and a touch of defensiveness, given that he was her brother.As our conversation continued, Carmine smoothly transitioned to a new topic, his voice laced with curiosity and concern. "Hey, by the way, I heard that you're planning to pay your respects to your grandma's grave tomorrow," he mentioned, his words carrying a gentle undertone of empathy.Caught off guard by his observation, I paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. The thought of visiting my grandmother had been lingering in the
The thick mist obscured my vision, rendering the surroundings an indistinguishable haze. Panic surged within me as the obscurity deepened, making it impossible to discern friend from foe. The hostile environment became a breeding ground for fear and suspicion, each heartbeat echoing with uncertainty.The chaos unfolded in disorienting waves, engulfing us in a symphony of coughs and chaos. The thick fog enveloped the surroundings, obscuring my vision and leaving only the cacophony of suffocating coughs ringing in my ears.Among the suffocating haze, a sudden gunshot pierced through the fog, followed by Carmine's enraged curses echoing in the disarray. It was a jarring reminder of the imminent danger that lurked within this chaos. The realization dawned upon me that Carmine must have fired at Clyde, triggering a chain reaction of unforeseen events.Diyo's sudden action of hurling the bomb had further escalated the situation. Clyde, in a swift move, grabbed hold of me and swiftly maneuve
A single tear slipped down my cheek, landing softly on the cold surface of gravestone. “Grandma, your child, she's scared. She's terrified of the possibility that she may not succeed in avenging you.” My voice trembled with both anxiety and a burning desire for justice.With closed eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. For a moment, I felt a profound connection to my grandmother, as if her spirit was listening, offering comfort and guidance.“Grandma, I long to meet you once again. I'm willing to risk everything, even my own life, to ensure that your revenge is fulfilled.” My voice was filled with a resolute determination, a willingness to sacrifice everything that comes in my way.“If I were to die in the pursuit of vengeance, I wouldn't have any regrets. Because in that moment, I would finally be able to join you, to be reunited with you.” My words were filled with a mixture of sadness and a longing for peace.I knew that revenge may not bring true peace or c
I hesitated, my breath catching in my throat, as I slowly retreated, acutely aware of the thundering rhythm of my heart against my ribcage. Standing before me was a towering figure, his physique exuding strength and power. His chiseled features, highlighted by a defined jawline and captivating sapphire eyes, held me captive in a state of awe mingled with trepidation. The circumstances that led me to this unsettling encounter remained a blur, leaving me consumed by a swirling mix of fear and bewilderment."Do-don't touch me," I stammered, my voice quivering with fear. Beads of perspiration formed on my palms, betraying my escalating anxiety as I instinctively attempted to move back. There was an eerie silence in the air, punctuated only by the ominous sound of our collective breaths. The man remained mute, yet his narrowed eyes bore into me like fiery daggers, steadily closing the distance between us. His gaze seethed with a potent mix of fury and menace, unmistakable signs that I had
One Week AgoThe heat of the day was oppressive, and I felt it bearing down on me as I made my way towards the reception area. The sun blazed down from above, casting a harsh glare over everything. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, and my feet ached from the long journey. Every step felt like a chore, and I was starting to feel the weight of my own exhaustion. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the frustration and disappointment starting to take a toll on me. It was as if the world was conspiring against me, and I couldn't help but feel a little defeated. I had been traveling for so long, and everything seemed to be going wrong. My plane had been delayed, my luggage had been lost, and now I was stuck in this hotel, waiting for some help. I tried to keep my cool, but it was difficult. I had been traveling for hours, and the last thing I wanted was to deal with a lost bag. I had been waiting in the waiting area for what felt like an eternity. Thirty minutes had passed, and s
Clyde Butch Pov:My eyes widened in disbelief as I beheld the scene before me. Doubt clouded my mind, and I couldn't help but question whether I was mistaken. Seeking clarification, I turned to Diyo and reached out to grab hold of what appeared to be the edge of a bra. I couldn't contain my confusion as I asked, "What is this?" We both gazed at it, puzzled and bewildered.As I opened my bag, I couldn't believe my eyes. The contents inside were far from anything I had imagined. Confusion washed over me, and I knew I needed answers. The only person who could provide one on the bizarre situation in front of me was Diyo.He was responsible to carry out the mission then what the hell is going on? The question echoed through my mind as I looked at him, waiting for an answer. He stared back at me, his eyes wide and filled with confusion. “I…” he started but then trailed off. He seemed at a loss for words, and I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He was always so quiet, so reserved,
Isabella Pov:I let out a piercing scream as a wave of horror washed over me. My hands trembled as I unzipped the bag that lay before me, and in that moment, I realized something was terribly amiss. This bag did not belong to me; it was not mine to possess. Confusion swirled in my mind as I grappled with the inexplicable presence of guns within it. How could this be? Why would I be carrying a bag full of guns? And more alarmingly, how had such a dangerous bag managed to pass through hotel security undetected?It was as if time stood still, and the weight of the situation pressed upon me like a heavy burden. The sight of those weapons filled me with an overwhelming sense of dread, and I couldn't help but wonder how I had become entangled in this situation.Something felt off, and I didn't want to get involved in whatever was happening. Standing there in my towel, I stared down at the bag expecting to see my clothes, but what I found inside left me unsettled.Instead of my pretty outfit