Chapter # 2

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Next morning, the first thing Brian had to do at all costs was to meet Francesca. Since he couldn't do that yesterday nor could he go anywhere near her, they were about to meet each other along the bridge.

Francesca was all ready to meet him with a happiest grin on her face, nowadays just drowning more and more in his love. She went downstairs where her parents were having breakfast and in a hurry, and began to say, "I'm leaving, and don't worry I will eat something there." Before everyone could say anything she walked out of the home after passing them a quick smile.

Ebert walked to them to have breakfast and saw her leaving, "Good morning.. And why didn't she have her breakfast, Mom?" Ebert was a year and a half older than her, and both Brian and him were the same age.

"She was in a hurry for her class, I guess. Come sit, you have to leave for work either, right?" Their mom told him. "Yeah, but, her class? She told me yesterday that she would go late today since she doesn't have any class in the morning." He shrugged and thought there must be something for which she went early.

"Leave her, maybe she made some plans with her friends? Sit, I'll serve you breakfast." He hummed and sat.

Francesca and Brian were standing in front of each other, drawing in each other's eyes, Brian not wanting her to ever go away from his sight. Brian slowly put his hand closer to the side of her face and took the strand of her hair to set them behind her ear.

He took a step closer to her and her heartbeat took its pace, but unable to remove her eyes from his face. "This is.. The most special and awaited moment in my life.." Speaking fondly while looking at her. Franseca asked in a voice low enough while losing herself in his eyes, "Which one?"

"When you are here, in front of me. Close to me.. When we get to meet." He said in a voice where the happiness could be seen clearly within it. With unstoppable feelings and smiles, Francesca looked at the side and took a step back. "Won't you say anything?"

Brian asked her, she looked at him with a cute smile and tilted her head, shrugging a little bit, "I... don't know. I'm just- I'm scared." She said the last word quickly. Brian made a confused face and asked concernedly, "Scared? Why?"

She smiled peacefully and began to say, "You know.. Ebert. I don't know how he will react or my family will react after they get to know about us.. Like, I'm not so sure if anyone would be grateful to hear about us."

"So you're worried about this? I have told you before, right? That don't you think about it right now, I will talk to everybody and Ebert too when it looks like the situation is all good." Brian told her assuringly and hugged her. "I will not let anyone get us separated."

John, in white plain shirt and black pants, his sleeves rolled a bit upwards, two buttons of his shirt were open, looking aesthetically handsome. He was walking towards a man who was on his knees, begging him to show him some mercy and not kill him. John took his gun in his hand and continued walking to him with enjoyment, probably loving this very moment where he would do this.

He stopped in front of him and looked down on him with a smile which shows he doesn't think of him as anything, and everyone was aware that what he wants to do has to be done in any way and no one can stop him.

"Please.. Please give me another chance and don't kill me. I will do whatever you say, I will be your slave. I will make sure this never happens again-"

John made a disgusted and boring face and killed him right away by shooting him in the forehead. He sat back on his seat with one leg on another and thought to himself,

No one could dare to stop me if I intended to kill someone.. Even if that person would be- anyone.

Soon Brian and Francesca began to leave after having a pleasant time with each other and telling what's in their heart. "Come, I'll drop you." Brian said when they were about to leave and Francesca was going to go on a bus like always, so he asked. "Sure." She said sweetly and both began to walk towards his car.

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