Silent Boy [ENGLISH]

13.

Furious. God, how furious she was. She walked through the living room with her hands on her hips like a raging lynx. Her furry friend watched her casually from the armchair in which he lay curled up. It was already late at night, and she still couldn't calm down about Sebastian and the whole case. Who does he think he is?

She dug into the spot next to the couch and realized how much her palate was itchy and stinging at the same time. She had to drink something quickly. Something alcoholic whose taste will wash the anger out of her body and leave her lying dull on the couch without a shred of emotion. Like her favorite red wine. No, she needed something stronger. Whiskey. That will solve things.

She walked to the cupboard, which contained all the fine and strong alcohol in which she drowned her feelings occasionally. She pulled out an expensive, barely open bottle of whiskey that she had received from her and Andrej's college friends when they announced their engagement. She looked sadly at the bottle she held and thought about them. The anger subsided for a moment as melancholy prevailed in her chest. How much she just missed that time when everything was different. It has been more than a year now since she lost all contact with those same friends. She didn't want anything to remind her of Andrej because it all caused her even more pain. Selfish, isn't it? Give up on what Andrej would live forever for. All of them selfishly kept the love for him and the memories they shared together by themselves. Bitterness is a dangerous thing; it makes you dig wounds that could have healed a long time ago.

She slowly got to her feet, pulled a glass out of the cupboard in the kitchen, and poured a large amount of brownish liquid into it, adding two ice cubes. Just as she approached the glass with her lips and its sharp, intoxicating smell tickled her nostrils, she heard a loud knock on the door. Thomas. His name flickered in her mind like a gentle ray of sunshine. She was expecting him. Moreover, she was the one who invited him over. She knew she had to talk to someone about what happened today, and now she didn't know a better person than the charming detective in the leather jacket. Who would have thought that she would find solace in the person she worked with on the case? There are strange paths that lead us through life.

Still with a glass in her hand, she approached the door and lethargically opened it. Her tired eyes met the visibly lively eyes of the handsome detective. He pursed his lips with a faint smile and nodded in greeting. She didn't have the strength to greet him and just moved to let him inside her home, which hadn't been home for a long time. His gaze flew to the glass she held in her hands, and his eyebrows twitched with interest.

"I seem to have missed the party," he concluded, smiling. Scarlett reluctantly started walking around the room again as he settled into the couch opposite Felix, who purred calmly. He studied her curiously. Looks like you can kick a man out of a detective, but never a detective out of a man. "I'd say I missed something."

He added, as she greedily in one shot poured the liquid that burned inside her. She sighed loudly and felt an instant relief. The tension she felt in her shoulders eased her for a moment.

"Do you know how angry I am right now? I can't even describe to you how much this case and Sebastian himself go on every nerve in my body.''

She began to chatter as if curled up as Thomas watched her intently, leaning back on the couch.

"I guess it didn't go very well," he concluded.

''No it didn't.''

"Honestly, since I'm aware of how much he likes to play with all of us, I'm not particularly surprised by such an outcome."

She grabbed the root of her nose and closed her eyes, and the familiar warmth spread through her womb. "At least tell me you have some good news," her voice was almost pleading. "Is there any new news? Especially from an autopsy? "