Alice Vale Brixton has always dreamt of one thing in her life: freedom. But how can she gain freedom when her real identity haunts her reality?
(R-18)
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Twenty-five-year-old Alice Vale Brixton has lived her life in complete secrecy. She couldn't j...
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ALICE opened her eyes as she felt a warm and bright light pointing at her direction. At sa kanyang pagmulat, masaya siyang masilayan ang mukha ni Eiffel.
It was like a scene from the past—waking up and seeing his face up close. From his long lashes to his pointed nose, his kissable lips, and down to his chiselled jaw—everything about him was perfect. His hand settled on her back while her head rested on the other.
Matagal niyang pinangarap na maranasan itong muli at heto nga... magkasama na sila. It took some time but Eiffel was finally home with her and their Liam. Alam niyang delikado ang ginagawa ni Eiffel matapos madiskubre na parte siya ng The Lions pero hindi niya alam kung gaano kadelikado ang mga nangyari sa panahong magkahiwalay sila.
It pains her to think that she could've lost him without any knowledge at all. But then again, she didn't want to acknowledge that idea.
Nilandas ni Alice ang kanyang kamay patungo sa likod ni Eiffel. Mahimbing ang tulog ng binata matapos ang kanang pagniniig at maayos niyang napagmamasdan ito. Marahan niyang hinaplos ang mga peklat nito sa likod at napakagat ng ibabang labi.
Gusto niyang malaman kung saan nakuha ni Eiffel ang mga sugat at sa anong kadahilanan. Maybe that would calm the uneasiness she has inside.
Unti-unti, nakita ni Alice ang pagmulat ng mata ng binata. He looked exceptionally handsome even if he had just awoken.
"Good morning, sweetheart," bati ni Eiffel sabay halik sa noo ni Alice.
"Morning..." she whispered, releasing her hand from his scarred back.
"May problema ba? Why are you crying?" tanong ni Eiffel sabay punas ng kanyang pisngi. She was crying yet she didn't know. Was it because of the thoughts about what happened to Eiffel that bottled up?
Umiling si Alice. "Wala naman," pagsisinungaling niya. Hindi niya alam kung saan makakukuha ng lakas ng loob para magsimula. It was just a matter of time.
Silence filled them as Eiffel started stroking her hair away from her face. "Your hair has grown long..." bulong niya.
Inayos ni Alice ang paghiga sa may balikat ni Eiffel. "It's been more than a year and I no longer need to hide so I returned it to my real almond-coloured hair. Hindi ba bagay?"
