Warriage

02: Josephine is in love with revenge and pretty boys.

02: Josephine is in love with revenge... And pretty boys.

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  As she was running, cursing her foolishness, Josephine's ring slipped from her thumb and fell into the fountain. She gasped in disappointment, and quickly went back to it.

- Fuck me, not Bob's ring!!

  She hissed as she hit the statue of the naked woman whose water is flowing from her breasts, then narrowed her eyelids so that she could see better.

- Fuck you darkness! Fuck this boring party, these slutty motherfucking royals, and fuck this whorish war!!

  She bent down a little, looking closely for one last time, then inserted her hand in search of her ring under the water, but she did not find it, so she sighed desperately and rubbed her temples.

  With the element of surprise in his appearance, someone lit the place for her with his lighter.

  She parted her lips, and traced his extended arm, starting from his pale hand, until her gaze reached his seductive face, THE MAGICIAN, he was standing behind her smiling, and confidently spoke:

- You lost something?

She shook her head, and stepped back, creating a distance between them.

- A ring my father gave me...

- Your father?  Is he with you at the party?

Asked Kokyle.

- Why are you asking?  It's none of your business.

- It's okay, I'm not dangerous, I'm just curious.

- Well... he's not even with me in this life.

Briefly, Josephine replied, trying not to prolong their eye contact.

As she looked at the floor, she realized how dramatic her answer was, and that it was not appropriate for a first conversation!

- Forget what I just said, please.

- Why?  Even I lost my father.

- I don't remember asking.

  She thought about running away from him, again... which seemed like a really good idea, and then she hides somewhere until the party is over and the plane lands.

  As soon as she took her first step, Kokyle grabbed her wrist and, in an insistent tone, commanded her:

- Stay, don't run again.

  She raised her confused pupils to him. He's more handsome up close, his dark hair was moving thanks to the wind, and his cute smile never leaves his face... He even has a mole under his eyes... God really has favorites. 

  Josephine calmed her heart and questioned:

- What do you want?

- You look sad and lonely... What is the reason?

  He moved his hand to touch her face, but she pushed it away, depriving him of the opportunity.

- Why do you care?  You don't even know me...

- I'm a magician, I know everything about everyone.

- I don't even know you, so leave me alone.

  Her harsh words were the result of a deep-seated fear and chronic doubt that had plagued her since that tragic day.

  Kokyle cleared his throat and pushed his body, standing closer to her while keeping a safe distance between them.