THIRD PERSON'S POV
Rose walks through the path of King's office, with his meal in her hands.
The moment she stretches her hand to knock on the door, the door pushes inside and reveals the same blonde who she saw in King's bedroom the other day. She stares at Rose for a while before turning to King.
"Who is she?" She asks him, arrogance reflecting in her voice.
"My new personal chef." He replies while buttoning up his shirt. Rose, on the other hand, is shifting her eyes onto the speakers.
The blonde concentrates her attention on Rose again,
"I see," She speaks after eyeing her all over.
Flipping her hair and making sure her eyes behold the superiority, the blonde walks past the girl standing with a tray in her hands.
Rose clears her throat and speaks,
"Your meal, King,"
"I am in no mood now, ate something already." He replies, walking towards the gadget shelf.
"Then, what about this?" She asks after looking down at the tray.
"Just feed it to someone else, chickens, or maybe rats?"
Rose stares at the non-interested man for a few seconds before turning around and getting back to the kitchen. She carefully smashes the plate on the shelf.
Before her mind drifts into some thought, her phone rings. She takes it out, her mom.
"Yeah, mom?"
TYLER'S POV
I smile at my reflection in the mirror, my Hannah is back. Flashbacks of her arrival are still dancing in my mind, she is so beautiful.
My ears go up as I hear a knock on the door, must be her.
I put the comb back on the table and sprint towards the gate.
Hannah's neutral face is revealed as I pull the door. My lips curl into a wide smile, damn, I love her so much! She was out for just an hour and I couldn't help but think about when she'd be back. I've gotten her back after so long, I wouldn't let her go away again. I won't.
She walks past me without touching or teasing me in any way. It's strange.
I close the door and turn around only to find her lying on the couch with one arm placed on her head. What happened to my girl, she seems tiresome or, tense?
I make my way to my precious and gently take her foot out of the heel, followed by the other, and caress them.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You look tired, baby,"
"Yes, I am. Don't disturb me, please!" She spats right before moving her feet out of my touch.
"You need coffee?"
"I SAID DO NOT DISTURB ME, TYLER!" Her sudden outburst almost made my body jolt away from her. She is not fine,
"No, tell me what happened?"
"Has someone said something to you, who is it?" I move close to her pretty face, but she pushes me away the other moment.
"Just leave me alone!" She speaks lowly.
I stare at her, her facial expressions are yelling that she is worried but I nod anyway. I should just get her some ice cream.
I leave to my room, take my wallet and just before I touch the door, I hear her,
"Hey,"
Turning around I notice an emotion of guilt flashing in her eyes. She walks to me and stretches herself to close the distance between our lips.
My eyes involuntarily close and my hand travels linearly to her fragile face. My love.
She breaks the kiss and I open my eyes to stare down at the most beautiful girl.
"I am, I am sorry, I was just a little-" I place my thumb on her lips, so soft and kissable.
I couldn't help but just adore the natural redness they are presenting,
"Never apologize to me, Han,"
"Just kiss me deeply instead." Her lips curve into a smile, and I gulp reflexively. The effect she has on me, I love it.
I lean down and kiss the most alluring flesh, an addiction of mine. I lean apart and kiss her forehead, "I'll be back," She nods, and I smile before opening the gate.
THIRD PERSON'S POV
He comes here every day, this room lives in his heart every second, never letting him forget that he wasn't there to save his family.
He stares at the walls with his fallen face. Looking at those smiling, happy faces. He walks across the room, reaches the centre, and drops to his knees.
Flashbacks of the good old days ran through his nerves like a never-ending slideshow, continuously playing the same pictures again and again. He feels and drowns himself in agony as if he is craving punishment. The punishment he might never want to let go of.
He flinches as he sees the lifeless body of his little brother in front of him, staring directly into his eyes, the never-ending sobbing of his heart at the sight of his mom's bruised naked body lying across, all the cuts and wounds so fresh that he can still feel them haunting wherever he goes.
His father's face, his smiling face made forcefully by inserting nails in it, King whimpers before yelling at the top of his lungs and breaking down again. Cries the life out of himself, couldn't take the horrific scene out of his mind, not wanting to either.
He puts his shaking hands in front of his eyes, in an attempt to unsee the sights he's seeing, and snivels as all his endeavours fail.
Voluntarily lying beside the imaginary body of his brother, he lets the tears make way down his face. He hums the tune of a song his brother used to sing, every day. His face shivers and his eyes start to ache.
He closes his eyes, escaping the world that took away his family from him.
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Flower He Couldn't Pluck
General FictionIt's a story of two people living on different sides of the same dimension. She dreaded his world, and he envied hers. She reminded him of a life he had loved once, cherished once. And he reminded her of a life she escaped once, feared once. A pret...
