Vincent walked with heavy footsteps. It echoes throughout the hallway surpassing the sound of Vladimir's shoes as they hit the cold tile floor. He was walking behind Vincent, his mouth shut, eyes on the open windowpanes and hands on his pocket.
"I know what happened now..." Vincent said as he stopped walking. His hands were in his pocket when he turned around to face Vladimir.
Vladimir averted his gaze to the window and look straight into Vincent's eyes.
"What did you know?" he asked, his voice is calm despite the curiosity that was starting to grow inside of his mind.
"I know what happened to Sophia. You killed her." Rage reflected in Vincent's eyes. It was relentless. Vladimir had seen it before. He's familiar with the sinister that was hiding behind Vincent's eyes.
Vladimir calmly emerges a bubble gum out of his pocket and chews it. 
Celestine felt the tension between the three men. The three men exchanged glares at each other as if they were holding a grudge against one another. She was silent behind Vincent even though she was confused as to why the man seemed to be protecting her against Vladimir's father. The old man seemed fine for her.When the old man was able to recover from the shock he felt upon seeing his son again, he stepped a little closer to his son and patted his shoulder."Long time no see, son."Vladimir's face darkened and it seemed like at any moment he was ready to kill someone. His eyes were in the shade of black and red, burning in rage."What are you doing here?" he asked his father."This restaurant is not part of Mogilevich's property anymore so I don't see anything wrong about coming here to visit."Vincent's grip on Celestine's hand loosened slightly as h
"No, you're lying. You're just making this thing up. Who asked you to say these lies huh? Vincent? Well, I'm not stupid. I won't believe you or even your boss!" she shouted as she turned her back to Vladimir. He chased her and grabbed her by arm."Listen, I'm your stepbrother. Your mom had an affair—"She slapped him, hard. Her hands were trembling and despite the soreness of her hand as it land on Vladimir's cheek she managed to clinch it into a fist. Her mom has nothing to do with the mafia and everything that Vladimir was saying right now. She won't believe him, never. Although her mom was already in heaven and wasn't able to defend herself anymore to accusations that Vladimir had been putting against her name, the memories of her mother should still be respected."Don't you ever try to accuse her of something she didn't do again in front of me because I don't know what I can do just to protect my mom?" Gradually, the corners of her eyes felt warm
Celestine sat on Vincent's bed. She doesn't know for how long she had been silent ever since Vincent removed his hands on her. His rough warm hands immediately marked its territory to her waist that emptiness evade her heart when he let her go.He remained silent. Minutes had passed and none of them dared break the silence. He felt like his throat went dry upon waiting for Celestine to speak.Vincent tried to find regret in his heart for what he did, for touching Celestine, for crossing the boundaries he had built for the both of them, and for caressing her smooth hair. Touching her was a sin. He doesn't know how many times he has reminded himself that she is someone he shouldn't touch, or even get close to.But as he closed his eyes and think about the fact that it's just Celestine and him inside of his darkroom it calmed him. He felt like he's not alone anymore and he shouldn't be. It's weird, it was
He fastidiously put her to bed. Her weightless body felt like a feather as it touched the soft mattress that made a loud springy noise. She lost count of how many times she blinked to stop herself from falling asleep. She can't seem to move her muscle and wasn't even able to lift a finger. It was as if her body wants to shut down and permanently rest so she controlled herself. The rhythmic chirping of the crickets takes over. It wasn't too loud but was enough to kill the silence inside of her bleak, darkroom. A harsh slam of wind blew out of a midnight sky, she hugged herself and rubbed both of her arms. Vladimir stood up and approached the window and closed it. "Are you fine now? What did he do to you huh?" he asked softly as if she was a fragile thing. She looked at her lap, uncomfortable with Vladimir's stares. "I'm fine. He did nothing." He sat on the edge of the bed, his back on Celestine. Certainly, she's uncomfortable to
She remembered how the ear-splitting sound of thunder outside her window and the heavy drop of the rain on the rooftop woke her up. It was unexpected. It was said in the weather forecast from last night to expect rain but no one said that it'll rain heavily. She removed the sleep from her eyes and get off her bed. She walked towards the window and gingerly opened it.The harsh blow of the wind welcomed her just woke up with a bit swollen face. The rain intensifies, she could see how the trees swayed because of the wind. She took a heavy sigh and closed the window.Her darkroom was gloomy but she did not bother switching on the lights because she likes it that way. She reached for the fan and unplugged it. She dropped her heavy body to the bed and wrapped the comforter around her body. She's in no desire of getting out from her bed nor getting out of the room. She closed her eyes.She remembered everything. How she woke up that morning unenthusi
Slowly, she removed her lips from Vincent's. She tucked some of her hair strand behind her ears as she opened her eyes. His eyes were still shut, his every breath was heavy, and he didn't move a muscle. Celestine's mouth was left open. Her eyes went to Vincent's lips. "Oh God, what the heck, Celestine?" she scolded herself as she gradually realized what she had done. Not much in herself, she touched her lips. It was there, she can still feel the softness of his lips against hers. She abruptly stood up and moved away from Vincent's bed—hands still covering her mouth. She was thankful that it didn't interrupt Vincent's sleep because if it does, she doesn't know how to save herself from embarrassment. No one caught her stealing a kiss from Vincent but embarrassment is eating her up so she decided to just leave his room. She fastidiously turned the doorknob, afraid that it will make a noise that might interrupt Vincent's sl
Lander Buenavista. Lander Buenavista. Lander Buenavista.She repeatedly says his name at the back of her head, trying her best to remember when did she heard of his name.If she's not mistaken he's the man she is supposed to have a shoot with. She thought back to the time where she signed a contract alone because the man named, Lander Buenavista who was said to be her partner in the shoot, was nowhere to be found during this time.She glanced at his hand. Despite her reluctance to acknowledge his hand she still accepted it.They shook hands."Everyone was looking for you. I did the shoot alone a while ago. If I only knew that you're just here I already contacted Vincent."Celestine just gave him a faint smile. In her observation, she's certain that Lander wasn't aware of Vincent's dirty business because if he does, he wouldn't act this friendly towards her."We'll still shoot tomorrow. I think you should come with me. It woul
"Do whatever you want with Celestine. It's not like I give a damn about her." Celestine kicked the stone in front of her that appeared to be mislaid in the middle of the sand. She heard everything but what only lingered in her mind until now, was that phrase. Her life has been in constant turmoil ever since she meets Vincent. One moment, he will come off as someone she could at least trust, and just after a few minutes after that, he'll be back to being the man she first met—the villain that ruined not just her life but also her father's. "Do whatever you want with Celestine. It's not like I give a damn about her." She messed up her hair as the little voice at the back of her head played Vincent's voice again stating those words like an old music box that relentlessly makes music even no one is playing it. Until now, she couldn't seem to get out of her mind how Vincent say those words without second thoughts—in great certainty.