Random Frames. (Englot)

Waraha Legacy 2

Waraha Legacy (Part 2)

Months had passed since the painful dissolution of their relationship, and the void left in both Charlotte and Engfa's lives had become an all-consuming abyss. Charlotte found herself haunted by memories of their time together, the echoes of laughter and affection lingering in her mind as she navigated through life without Engfa by her side. Her once carefree spirit was replaced with a constant sense of restlessness, a yearning for answers that seemed forever out of reach.

Heidi and Marima exchanged glances as they looked at Charlotte, spaced out, stirring her hot green tea. Their heart hurt for their friend. This breakup seemed so much worse than the first time.

Charlotte pushed Keith' hard, she looked as Keith's chair fell back and Keith groaned in pain as his body and head hit the ground. She let out a breath as she got off from that feeling of power. She snapped and was fearful of herself. She was disgusted at herself, she liked how helpless Keith felt in her hands. She turned around and stomped out. She saw Engfa approaching her and pushed her out of the way. She had to get out instantly. She was scared of whom she'd become the more she stayed.

As soon as she stepped out and felt the fresh wind blowing against her face, she looked at her hands. They were bloody, probably from Keith. She liked how they looked. She had imagined that moment she had her hands on Keith, as soon as she saw Engfa's almost lifeless body outside her condo.

She wanted to seek revenge but she had to put Engfa first. She was scared of her thoughts back then, thinking it was too much and too well violent. But it turned out Engfa was probably the same, or probably even worse. She hated how she liked the feeling of the weakling at the palm of her hands. She hated how she enjoyed seeing Keith in pain. She walked further out of the warehouse premises and looked out at the field.

She thought she knew who she was. She cried as she thinks about her late father, who probably would be so disappointed at her for having these... urges. She sensed Engfa's presence behind her. 

She asked for time and a break to make sense of who she really is and if she could really live that lifestyle with Engfa.

"Char..." Marima called.

Charlotte snapped out of it and looked at her two best friends in front of her. Heidi took a tissue and wiped Charlotte's tears.

"I don't understand... What happened between the two of you?" Marima asked.

Charlotte was lost for words. She did not know how to explain to her best friends. Fearing that the two would abandon her if she shared her true feelings about feeling the sense of power after simply pushing someone who was helpless, weak, and defenseless.

"It just didn't work out."

"You guys were planning to get married."

"Gosh, guys! It just didn't work out, damn it!" Charlotte burst.

Heidi and Marima were shocked at the sudden outburst. Charlotte took her things and went out of the café with her two best friends calling out for her. As she walked the streets, the neon lights of nightclubs flickered and danced, casting vibrant shadows on her troubled thoughts. She could not help but wonder what Engfa was up to in those very places, where the pulse of the city met the underbelly of its secrets. A sense of longing mixed with a tinge of anxiety, as she imagined Engfa navigating a world where darkness thrived.

What kind of crimes is Engfa involved in? She wondered as she looked into the nightclub. Prostitution? Drugs? Human trafficking? Gosh, she hoped not.

Engfa, too, had transformed in the aftermath of their separation. The weight of her responsibilities as a mob leader bore down upon her, and the lines between right and wrong blurred further with each passing day. The loss of Charlotte had left a void that she attempted to fill with relentless work, drowning herself in the ceaseless demands of her position. Her once warm demeanour had given way to a chilling coldness, her eyes carrying a haunted look that mirrored the depths of her soul.