Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 113. Get Lost

It was a warm day of winter. The sky was cloudless and the sun shone bright, its white light reflecting on the snow and blinding passersby. Although the temperature was still a few degrees below zero, the clear weather enticed people to go outside; children wanted to play in the snow now that it wasn't so cold, and adults strolled about, breathing in the fresh air.

On this Sunday morning, the park near Misha's house was thus filled with kids, their loud laughter echoing throughout the playground. Some parents stood aside, watching over their children, while a few teenagers were goofing around. The noises and people made Misha frown, but it was already too late to change location. Besides, strangers wouldn't meddle with their business, so he told himself to relax and play his role.

'Right. It doesn't matter if the park is a little crowded,' Misha thought, peeking at his sister from the corner of his eyes. 'I just hope Masha thinks the same.'

His sister was planning to break up with Camille today. She didn't want to do it at school, where anyone could eavesdrop on them, nor did she want to do it at home, fearing that she would get into an argument with her soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. If they were to raise their voices, that would surely startle Gulnas, and knowing her mother, she would come upstairs to her bedroom to ask what was going on. And with Camille edged on.... Better not think about what kind of nasty things she would say to belittle her in front of her mother.

Masha could have waited for her mother to leave the house before inviting Camille, but when would that opportunity be? In a few days, a week, a month? She didn't know how long she would have to wait; however, she didn't want to postpone the break-up any longer. No, she had to get rid of that bloody leech as soon as possible.

After deliberating for a while, Masha decided to end their relationship at the park. Knowing Camille, she wouldn't do anything too extreme in public, too afraid to lose face.

With this in mind, Masha told Camille that she wanted to see her, mumbling things like she had something important to say but had to babysit her brother at the park. If Camille didn't mind, could they meet there? Stomping on her pride, Masha even used a honeyed tone of voice she knew Camille loved, and after a few more sweet words, her soon-to-be ex-girlfriend finally accepted.

Obviously, babysitting Misha was a lie. It was just a lame cover-up that could explain why she wanted to meet her outside and why her brother would be by her side.

After learning what his sister intended to do, Misha insisted on being there for her, near enough to help her out if things turned sour. He had long classified Camille as a crazy bitch who would rather destroy the "toys" for which she had no more use than let them live a carefree life. Who knows what she would do after being dumped? In any case, he feared the worst.

To this, Masha didn't know what to say, unable to laugh or cry. She finally realized that her little brother—who was actually a lot older than her—had overly protective tendencies. Still, Masha couldn't say anything, knowing what had happened in the first timeline. If she had been in his shoes, she would do the same, following her sibling around everywhere like a mother hen. She could not imagine how Misha felt after finding her lifeless body; just thinking about being in his place, about discovering her brother's bloody corpse, made her heart well up with pain, so much that she felt it would burst.

Sometimes, she hated her other self, hated her with all she had. How could she have been so heartless? Slicing her wrists in the bathroom of the apartment she lived in with her brother and Gabriel, aware that one of them would discover her corpse sooner or later... What else could it be if not cruel?

What the hell was her other self thinking? She would have loved to have a word or two with her.

Such thoughts swirled about in her head as a shadow grew closer, hiding the sun. It made Masha lift her eyes, and as soon as she did, a familiar voice traveled to her ears. Since childhood, it was a voice that had always made her smile and feel warm inside, but now it made her gnash her teeth in anger.