Stockholm Syndrome

Effect 01

So guys this is just an idea that popped out in my brain for like last week. And yes it's partly inspired by One Direction's Stockholm Syndrome. Hope you'll find this worth reading.

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

Effect 01

Wryrance's Point Of View

 

Serious. Mischievous. Dangerous. Unpredictable.

Those words could perfectly sum up my whole self. An adventure as my friends call it. I really am a serious lad, always alert with my surroundings. What can I say? You should blame my job. It molded me to be like this, to conquer the fears that I failed to overcome for the past years. Maybe even the tiniest malicious sound could rush my adrenaline. That, I consider is the perks of being a professional private detective. All those trainings with almost inhuman activities pretty much transformed me like a human machine. Not to boast but I’m one of the most highest paid individual in the world of elites.

So that put me right here in this embarrassing mission. Goddamn it! I look like a fucking high school stalker while tailing my new prospect. The downside of this petty job of mine. I couldn’t possibly turn this offer down. I’d be missing a million dollars if I ditched this shitty mission. The vice president himself convinced me to stand guard for his daughter secretly. Unfortunately this little college brat hates the idea of being followed around, so her concerned daddy made me her personal version of protection. Do note my sarcasm there.

 I carefully sipped unto my cappuccino while observing Winter. She’s one of those gulls who likes to doll up themselves. With her black mini dress that emphasizes her pale skin and those silver stilettos that highlights her long flawless legs. Winter grazed their departments hallway like a mad runaway model. She’s a real head turner. Everyone looked at her with pure admiration. Well, who wouldn’t? Her face can be compared to a crestfallen angel who innocently roamed around earth. Ugh. Wait! Why am I even describing her? Focus, Wyrance. This is a job. Distractions are utterly prohibited.

I was a bit aghast when a pair of heels stopped in front of me. I held my gaze, shocked. How did she even get here? Did I drowned in my thoughts that much?

“Sorry for disturbing you mister, but can I sit with you?” Winter’s velvet like voice asked me. I roamed my gaze around the café, and it was packed with people. I sure have no other options. I shrugged at her, which she took as a confirmation. She sat in front of me comfortably and held a book in her tiny hands. Cool! It’s one of my favorite novels. Thirteen Reasons Why. I’m pretty hooked up with Jay Asher’s work. Finding an opportunity, I attempted a conversation.

“That’s a really good book, I find it hard to predict the next scenes” She looked surprised as if she didn’t expect me to read such book. It’s true that the book is hard to deduct but only some little parts of it troubled my skills.

“I don’t know that this book attracted your interest too. You know dudes aren't really into novels” She chuckled a bit then sipped her milk tea. Tch. She is surely stereotypical.

"You can consider me as an exception then. I focus my full attention on things that I find interesting" Like you, my inner voice added. Okay. I admit it she was hard to resist.

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