Chikamharida's POV.
Suspense was something I'd never wished on anyone, including my worst enemies.
I wasn't a fan of surprises so I'd compare it to death. I hated being kept waiting, and also, not knowing what may happen next.
I'd just woken up, early enough to see the rays of sunrise seeping through my window. Then, there was a knock.
Pulling my pink robe tighter around me, I went to the door and opened it to see Henry.
I couldn't read his expression.
But his eyes were red and he looked like he didn't sleep through the night.
His eyes moved from my face, then they appraised my dressing.
He met my eyes again, and asked tiredly, "Can I come in?"
I said nothing and moved away for him.
He waltzed in like he owned the room. Technically he did. He got me the job.
I advanced to my closet to pick clothes to wear. Knowing him, he'd already planned an outing. Somewhere emotionally exhausting, maybe. And with regard to our latest endeavors and that of his sister's, I couldn't pinpoint which caused his lack of sleep.
I finally picked a short and baggy top and turned to see him standing and looking around. His height making me seem like a dwarf.
"Wouldn't you sit?" I asked, as I took the clothes to the bed.
"I'm not actually here to stay long. I just came to inform you that today's payday."
"Pay day?"
"Payday," he said, sitting on my bed. "It's the day you collect your salary."
Ooh!
Without thinking, I said, "I don't want it."
"Yeah?"
"I said I don't want the money, Henry."
"No," he said, weakly. "We're definitely not going to fight over this, Harida. Why on earth wouldn't you want your salary?"
"Well," I said, playing with my middle finger. "It's just that those thing I saw... I wouldn't be comfortable taking money I know comes from people's death and pains."
"Harida," Henry said, sighing and standing up so that he was right before me. Then, just then, he titled my chin towards him with his thumb, so that he stared right into my eyes and I had to blink.
"If you die from poverty, only your family would care, not the people you're feeling guilty over, nor your boss. Take the money first, then save whoever you can save. You can't be a hero when you're dead Harida."
"I-"
"Don't argue with me, please. Okay?"
"I- " I softly removed his hand from my face. "-your touch is making me unable to think properly. I can't take the money, Henry. Your sister, my sister, that lady? I'll feel guilty. It's just not right."
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Crimson Mists
General Fiction«Even with all the dust, the flower still outshined the sun» ~~~~ Meet Harida Bick, the product of an unwanted relationship and also Adele Jones, a teenager in another country subjected to same design. When both girls began living together through...
