Kirito's phone started ringing and he stretched his arms towards it. Before he could answer the phone, it hung up. It was Vivian's call. He had 15 missed calls by her.He rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed. His head was hurting and he pressed his temples "I think I drank too much at the restaurant. Fuck, I forgot to go home."
He turned back and looked at Erika sleeping beside him. Then, he looked at his phone. It was 15 minutes past two in the morning. He got up and started dressing up. He fixed his hair and washed his face. He left Erika's place and ran towards his car. He started the car's engine and drove back home.
When he opened the door of the apartment, he noticed that it had not been locked.
"She hasn't locked the door yet? How irresponsible. Well, as if anyone would come here." He mumbled as he got in and locked the door.
He removed his coat while moving into the hall. The lights were still up. He got inside the dining room and
Vivian opened her eyes and looked at her arms. Kirito had grabbed her wrist as he stood behind her. She turned back and looked at him. Her hair was safe. He had stopped her on time. He looked at the scissors and took them away."Cutting them?" He asked. She quickly turned back and wiped her tears. He clicked his tongue in irritation "Why are you crying? You look pathetic when you cry-- just stop."She laughed "I look pathetic either way so it doesn't really make any difference."At this point, she had lost something much more important than her life for him. She didn't sacrifice her hair but her self confidence took the toll."The house is a mess, the dishes aren't done yet. Seriously, do real work. Stop wasting time. Also, I forgot a file. Find it for me" He ordered."I'll get it to your office.""Do you think I'll let you enter there? I don't wanna become a piece of mockery. Just find the file-- Do what you're told" She went into the bedro
"Jericho, what are you?" Vivian asked."Currently, I'm a makeup artist." He pressed the thread on her eyebrows."No, I mean--" Vivian shouted as he plucked out the hair."I'm dying!" She shouted as tears dropped from her eyes."Is it the first time you're getting your eyebrows done?" He asked but she had lost her sanity due to all the pain."Zero pain tolerance" He smirked."I have a lot of pain tolerance-- I don't need to hear that from you." She said.he gave an evil smile and threw away the thread."Fine then. I'll wax it. We've got two hours till shoot. I should be done by then." He looked into his watch."Wax?" She said as he applied a hot, sticky, yellow fluid on her hands. He gave her a handkerchief."Stuff it in your mouth." He said."Why?""Just do it" She did as told while he pressed a tissue like paper over her hands. "Take deep breaths""I ain't pregnant" She said."Oh honey
Jericho was walking on a train track. There was nothing around, just barren land. And the train track just laid over the huge mass of barren land. He stopped and took a breath as he heard the approaching train from far away. He could hear a heartbeat as he moved closer. He saw a young male laying horizontal on the train track.His brown eyes were dead as he looked at the sky through his messy almond hair."Hey," Jericho lay beside him. He turned his neck and looked at him. Then looked back at the sky with a sad smile."Are you here to die too?" He asked in Armenian."Not really" Jericho replied in Armenian with a smile."Do you have a cigarette? I wanna smoke one last time." He said. They lay there in absolute silence and the tiny voice of a train from far away."Sure buddy." Jericho passed a cigarette and a lighter to him. He took a deep breath and exhaled out smoke while looking at the blue sky which now appeared grey from all the smoke.
Erika stood outside the bar in the cold and dialed Kirito's number."It's Kirito. Leave a message'"Fuck you! Where are you, Kirito? Why didn't you come when I asked you to? Why aren't you picking up?!" Erika was annoyed and dialed again.Mr Kurosava had Kirito's phone in his hand which was buzzing again and again."Who is calling him?"He looked at the caller ID and smirked.'Well well, what do we have here, Mr president? Vivian would be very unhappy.' He thought."Tanabe, let's go to Kirito's place."Meanwhile, Kirito looked down at Vivian as his greenish blue eyes gave a vivid shine. She tried to get up slowly but he pushed her on the floor and got on top of her."I think I told you something""Yeah but I don't want to do that?""Then what do you want? Seducing other men?" He said, coldly."Seducing other men? But I didn't seduce anyone!""Then why does he want to sleep wi
Kirito heard footsteps and opened his eyes. Everything was dark and he saw a small snowflake fall down slowly. He brought his hand forward and held the snowflake.As soon as he touched it, he felt a soothing calmness. He didn't want to let go. Jericho stood behind him "In death," Kirito suddenly turned back and looked at him "There is peace. It takes effort to live."Kirito stared at him "What? Scared of temptation?" Jericho smirked."What temptation?""That maybe you like death more than life."Kirito didn't say anything. Jericho walked to him "You know what's scary? You believe what you see and not what you feel.""What are you saying?" Kirito asked."I just wanted to," He heard Vivian's voice "Drink down the scars in your past, reflected in the depths of your tired eyes."He heard her but he couldn't see her."The people who you love, don't deserve that love." Jericho said "Only selective people deserve you. Yet, you'
Meanwhile, Vivian and Kirito were home. Vivian stood in the kitchen while Kirito sat at the dining table. She tied her hair into a ponytail and washed the vegetables. She peeled them and chopped them. Then she began cutting the onions as tears flowed down her eyes. Kirito watched her cook. "Why not just skip cutting onions?" Kirito presented his opinions as someone who had never cooked before. "No, then it's not as tasty" Vivian continued cutting them "It's okay. I can bear with it." She kept the chopped onions aside and turned on the stove. She poured some olive oil into the pan and kept it on it. Till the time it heated up, she gridded some tomatoes. She washed some chicken and kept it in another bowl. Kirito just stared at her work until she was done. She kept the food on the plate and served it to Kirito. "Do you want sauce? It tastes better with it." "No, I don't like sauce." He took a bite of the crusty chicken. "How is it? Do yo
Vivian wasn't expecting anyone in the bathroom at that moment. But, maybe she had forgotten about his shameless husband. "Hiomi? Oh you're back already." "Yeah unfortunately." He looked away. Vivan washed her hair into the running water under the tap. "This makes a woman lose all her charms" He turned back and began moving. As he walked, he was suddenly pulled back. Vivian held his arm and looked at the floor. "What?" "What do you mean by ‘lose her charms’?" She asked with her gaze fixed at the floor. He grabbed her hair and pulled it down. He gave a half smirk "You can be a lion, and I'll still be water" He left her hair and went away. She quietly went back and stood under the shower. "Well, whatever." She began rubbing her scalp again. Kirito sat on the sofa and looked into his phone. He seemed lost somewhere else in the middle of texting Erika. 'That hair' "Hey Erika, let's meet up. I don't feel good." He te
Kirito lay on Vivian's sofa with a book in his hand. Vivian was doing the dishes and he suddenly had this desire to have attention. So, he kept the book aside and shouted."Aye! Aye, get your ass here!""What is it?" Vivian asked as she got out of the kitchen."I want food. I'm hungry and I want food!""Okay okay. I'll make something. What do you want to eat?""Something Italian. ""Okay," Vivian opened the fridge and took out a few vegetables. She soaked them in water and she started preparing the dough."What are you making? Pizza?" Kirito asked as he gazed at his phone."Why does everyone think Italian food is all about pizza and pasta?""Is it not? Just mix vegetables and dough, bake it-- you get Italian food, boom.""Have you ever eaten an Italian vegetarian lasagna- Or let me correct myself, have you ever eaten genuine Italian cuisine?" Vivian asked angrily."Not really," Kirito looked at her.