Two shiny shoes come into the view, parting the dark smoke away as it is making the path for him itself. My heart is beating in my ears. His dark suit was shining under the red glow. My whole body starts to shake in fear. I lift my gaze to him. He's tall, fit, and has broad shoulders. His hair cut is stylish and long from the top of his head. The locks of his hair are reaching the lobe of his ears and blocking the view of his forehead and eyes.
"Can you help me?" I look at Luce. He's lying unconscious on the ground, his face is down. I'm scared. I don't wanna see another death, "I need your help to carry him out." I choke. I look around to find a way. It feels as if the dark smoke has engulfed us.
The air I'm inhaling feels pure to me. All these things are frightening me. I want to crawl away but I can't leave him here in this eerie place. I look back at the gentleman, wondering. Nothing seems normal to me. Everything is burning around us. It looks as if he has just jumped out of the photoshoot.
He nods his head. I sigh in relief. The terror is still clawing my inside. The silence seems terrifying to me. I carefully walk past him, I glance down at him worriedly and squat next to Luce.
The gentleman is fast. He moves at the speed of blinking and he is in front of him. He moved so fast, too fast. His moves seem ghostlike. I paralyze in fear, hands shivering, teeth chattering, looking at him.
He squats down and scoops his heavy body like he weighs nothing.
I panic, "Where are you taking him?" I shout out of dread. My voice echoes in the devastated hall. He starts to pace away.
The smoke parts, making a path for him. The horrible fire comes into view again, "Stay with me if you want to get out of here." His gravel tone put my body in action. My feet carry me toward him. it really sinks into my head that this is all real. He knows some kind of magic. The fire can't move itself.
My gaze stops on Luce's face. There's a deep cut on the side of his forehead. Blood is oozing from it.
Something usual catches my sight. When he lifts his foot, the fire moves away, parting and making way for us. I gulp in fear. If I run away from him, the fire will catch me, burn me to ashes. I decided to stick with him.
He walks through the exit door. We reach out of the burning building and place him down on the gravel road.
"Do you know magic?" I ask, hurrying my pace and squatting beside Luce.
I look in his pocket for a hankie. His gash is bleeding. I glance up when I see him sitting beside us through the corners of my eyes.
I raise my chin, "Thank you so much. I don't know. How did you do all this? You saved us. " I stop as he lifts his hand in the air and slithers through his dark hair.
I suck in a deep breath. I lost balance and hit my arse on the gravel road. I become emotionless, feeling nothing and just looking at him. His eyes are holding the same blue color as I remember. the sound of my breathing bangs in my ear. I stare at him freezing.
I lift my shivering hand to touch him. He smiles at me as he always did, "Louis," My voice is barely reaching my ears.
My hand reaches to his clean shaved chin. I spread my fingers to touch him. A rush of wind blows. And he begins to fade with blowing air, as he isn't real, as it's a nightmare.
"No, Louis! Please don't go." Tears blind my view. I behold him disappearing with the air.
A deep long sigh leaves my body. The sight turns grey. The side of my head hit the gravel road. The darkness takes me under.
I flutter my eyes open. I hear the sound of a blast hovering in my mind and everything turned dark after that. tears fall down my cheeks for unknown reasons. The hushed whispers stop around me and my loud heartbeat begins to beat in my ears. "Sarah!" I feel a grip over my shoulder. My gaze meets with my dad. He looks worried, "Call the doctor, Leo." He says to his assistant. Leo is close to my father's age. He's leaner and more agile than my father. They are friends from their school time. Like Louis and I. I feel nervous. I try to push myself out of the bed. But my father's hand over my shoulder stops me, "You need rest." He offers a smile. Which I couldn't return. "She looks perplexed," My head jerks in the sound direction
I flick my eyes from my plate to my dad. I have half eaten my food. I don't have the courage to start the topic again. But I just can't sit here and let this happen. He knows. I'm not strong enough to fall in love again. I won't find love. It's becoming fussy. Batting my lashes, I look at my father. He's eating his meal, only the sound of cutlery echoes in the dining room. "Dad!" I start. I want his full attention. A little part of me is positive, just a little. He holds out his index finger. His gaze is down at the plate as he cuts through the streak, "Finish your food, princess. You should eat properly. Every bride wants to look beautiful on her wedding day, " His gaze is still resting on his food. That's f
I open my eyes and my mother's smiling face comes into view. I cover my mouth with my hand as I yawn. I straighten my back jerkily. Wasn't I sitting on the edge of the bed? Dad never comes into this room, not at least in front of me. A smile appears on my face. It fades as soon as I recall our last night negotiation. I climb down the bed and run to my room barefoot. I push the door and walk over to the nightstand and grip the photo frame with both hands. I look at his smiling face, his dark blue eyes. I feel a swift of air around me. I smile, forgetting all my problems. This is the time of the day I enjoy the air around me. It will look insanity to the watcher but I don't care. He has gone far away in the sky but I can feel h
. I took a nap in the car while returning home from the orphanage. I didn't see it at first but there were only a few pounds donated by my father. It is an unsettling feeling. I didn't pay attention to business. In reality, I've spent the last three years in my room, caging myself. It feels cumbersome to deal with the world outside of the walls of my house. When Ben pulls the car over. I pause, staring out in the front garden, "I don't know there's a party." I say as I open the door and put my right feet out first. I look at Ben, "Do you know about it?" I ask Ben. His smile answers me, "Mr Green wants to surprise you." I nod my head and climb out of the car. I close the door behind me. My gaze rests on him directly. His deep blue eyes!
I climb down the stairs, wearing a black long dress, my hair straight and down. I keep my gaze on my father. though I want to smile. Dad smiles at me. He stands near the last step. I smile, but it falters when I see Luce walking toward my father. He mutters something. Dad leans in to hear him. He's taller than my father. With a nod of my head, dad walks toward the courtyard. I fasten my steps and look at him with a frown, "What have you told him?" I stare at him. He smiles softly and roams his gaze on my dress. His hands shoved in his pockets, "It seems a ploy for attention," He accuses. I blink in disbelief. I put my step on the last stair. I glare at him in his eyes. I push my emotions away, "What did you say?" &nbs
I could sleep. I keep on curving on my back most of the night. I close my eyes. But it also couldn't help. Exasperation! I sit up and drift my gaze around. The electric and fashionable lamps are spreading dim light in the room. This house also belongs to him. In my sorrow, I forget. Dad may need me. I have brought this upon me. I can't blame anyone. I pick his picture and run my thumb on it, "Will you forgive me?" I pause, looking down, "Try to. If you couldn't. I'm prepared for punishment." Tears pool in my eyes. Pure annoyance flashes on my face when I look at the ring, "Luce is handsome. So gorgeous. Um, every girl's dream. But he's not my dream. You're my dream." I smile looking down at his picture. I feel hurt, saying it aloud. I don't know. Why? I don't even kno
I peer at my father, seeping his words into my mind. "You should pack your luggage. Edward doesn't like to be late. Though he owns a private jet." My dad continues to beam on his every word. I roll my eyes. I'm happy to see him happy. I would be more glad if he talks about someone else. "I don't wanna go on a business trip with him," I say, controlling my resentment as dad is praising him nonstop. "Why?" He slowly says, looking at me. A little frown appears on his forehead. "Why do you look so shocked, Dad?" I ask, flashing a full smile, "You never forced me before," I sigh, joining my hands in my lap. "I will never force you, princess. You'll comprehend when I... " I cut him off. "Don't say it. You have already said a lot." I almost chided hi
I look around the Gulfstream G650ER business jet. This man is crazy. He has owned it. I have never travelled out of London in the last three years. There was only a tour with my friends in business class, never a private jet. Though I can afford it, I wanted to fit in with Louis's lifestyle. "A luxury business jet with all modern facilities," I mutter to myself. "My business clients are also joining me," He says. I arch my brows at him, "You already have a company to keep you busy." And I'm going to be bored. It's not as I'm hoping he will entertain me. "There must be a room," I asked him. He motions with his index finger at my back, "You can rest after take off." He says. I shrug my shoulders and