Kingston slowly opened his eyes when he felt someone opened his cell. He didn't move immediately until he recognized whoever had suddenly entered recklessly, and it was Vincent. He didn't thought that Vincent will come to see him this quick. He expect that Vincent will visit him tomorrow or after a week of him being confined inside of the dirty cell and yet again, Vincent didn't fail to surprise him. Despite the difficulty of lifting himself and keeping his body steady, he still try to sit on his own which after three failed attempts he finally give up. He looked at Vincent, his eyes were holding a grudge behind them, hiding. He never did see Vincent as someone he can call a friend. Growing up experiencing a lot of pain and sufferings with nothing but himself and his willingness to survive even with his naive mind; he was forced to get through all of those things and because of that, he learned to not trust anyone and not let them have a place in his life. Vincent and him is no
Celestine take a deep breath then she gathered her hair and put it on the left shoulder. Waking up with the sound of waves greeting you a good morning gives her a nice, soothing feeling that allow her to have all the energy she needed to start her day. She bury her feet on the sand then put her hands as well on the sand. The traumatizing thing that happened to her leaves a significant turmoil in her mind until now. She can't remember exactly what happened and the doctors, even the nurses said that it is because her brain purposely delete that scenario to allow herself to somehow leave a normal life. It don't just happened to her, it actually happened to almost everyone because human's brain have the ability to protect its system by deleting unnecessary scenarios or information that will hinder it to function well. She raised her head and her eyes found the sea. Like before, she can still stare at the sea even after what happened but there's a distinct fear now in her chest of not l
Divorce papers. He had forgotten about that. Celestine and his relationship wasn't fine, he has business to take care of, business partners he has to deal with, and underground business to keep stable as much as possible. He has so many things going on in his life that divorce petition is just a small part of it. He cleared his throat and move his hand to signal his men to go back to he position that he is in before he called him. Sophia was holding her breath the entire time that she is waiting for Vincent's next move. Talking about the divorce is the only thing she know that will get Vincent's attention. She doesn't have an idea if she is doing the right thing, all she wanted right now is to get his attention and based on the way he is acting, she knew that she successfully get what she wants from him. "Come with me," Vincent murmured before take a step forward without even throwing her a glance. She walked behind him. It was only the two of them walking which is very new to
Vincent spent the whole afternoon in front of the monitor; watching Kingston inside of his dark cell until his heard his alarm that he set because he has an appointment with his business partner. They met in a restaurant that is quite a bit far from the aandoned building. Luckily, het get inside the meeting place five minutes of the said time. It didn't take too long for them to settle the company problem and since both of them doesn't have any appointments after, they decided to stay for a bit in the restaurant. Alexis, his business partner, wiped the side of his mouth after finishing his food. Vincent on the other hand is just looking at the surrounding silently. "Why you didn't attend Chris' wedding? Your father was there," Alexis asked curiously. "Honestly, that is the reason why I didn't attend the wedding," he answered then he put his glass of water down on the table. He wasn't in the mood to drink anything other than a glass of water because he feel like having alcohol w
She has nothing else to do but stare at the sea over the window inside of her room. The afternoon is peaceful, quiet, and windy. The trees is swaying outside, dancing with the wind, she closed her eyes when the wind kissed her lonely skin. The afternoon is perfect yet she feel the loneliest. Vincent and her wasn't in good terms, she can feel it, he is slowly slipping away from her arms yet there's nothing she can do but accept it, feel it, and wait for Vincent. She felt like losing track of the time and she doesn't have an idea whether there is not much of it left for her anymore. She is clueless and it is driving her insane. As she was looking at the window, she saw an old man walking in the seashore, trying to catch up to the little girl running around. Suddenly, a memoy flashed through her mind. A little girl with her father. She shook her head and immediately closed the window. She sat on the bed and she tried distracting herself by fixing the wrinkles in her bedsheet. No m
"Did you already sent the letter?" The man slightly nodded his head. "Yes, Sir." "Are you sure that she will receive the letter?" "Certainly, Sir," he answered with great confidence. "Good. Go back to your work now." He rest his back on the backrest of his couch. The letter successfully sent to Celestine, he just hope that the letter reach her before Vincent get to read them. Just when he thought he can finally have his fifteen minutes break, his phone suddenly rang. He pushed himself to reach for the phone on the other side of his table. He picked it up and put the phone against his ear. "Who is this?" he asked. "How are you, Bonifacio?" said the man on the other line with a devilish smirk lingered on his lips. That voice, he knows that voice very well, he know it so well that he immediately recognized the person calling. "Venedict," he said. Venedict chuckled. "Guess you still remember me." He clenched his jaw tightly. They haven't heard anything from Venedict sinc
Celestine hit her shoulder when she felt a mosquito pinching bite. Its blood was on her palm. It's dead. She grimaced, disgusted by the blood that is on her palm. She looked away from her it and wipe it on the hem of her t-shirt. The blood in her palm is something that doesn't freak her out anymore like she used to. Seeing blood anywhere becomes a normal scenario for her ever since she met Vincent. She glance in her palm and even though the blood wasn't there anymore, she can still see it; her hands that is covered by blood. She closed her eyes firmly to keep herself calm but instead of avoiding the idea that her mind had made up for her, she smell the blood. She can smell it. Blood that almost smells like hers, the scent that she's been trying to get out of her system. That smell, it was so familiar. A shovel suddenly entered her mind. The dried red stain in the shovel is what brings her back to the past that she's been trying to get off of her mind but couldn't. "Miss, are
"H-Here's your coffee." She slightly tilted the tray that she was holding. Vincent lick his lower lip and run his fingertips to his scalp. He doesn't have an idea of how he supposed to deal with her after knowing almost everything that she had done. He couldn't believe everything that is on the papers. He couldn't believe everything that Kingston said. Everything is an act of betrayal. Everything isn't true. Celestine planned it, she tried to be in control of his life and he never did question her, it also somehow his fault yet it wouldn't justify the fact that she is the mastermind. She did what she did and he wouldn't let her fall for her stupid game anymore. She might had already plan how everything is going to end for him but he will change it. He will change the ending and it is him who will have the loudest laugh in the finish line that she had prepared for him. "I didn't ask you to bring that to me." He turned his back on her then he pulled his sleeves up. She, on the othe