POV (Point of View)

Chapter 105: My Sarina

The long awaited reunion is finally here.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains explicit languages, acts of violence, women abuse, and mentions of psychological trauma. 

"How did this happen, Sanzu? We thought she was dead. How could this be?" asks the frantic eldest Haitani.

"Not sure but Lucas deduced this as Julius' doing."

"Julius?" Ran couldn't stop himself from frowning. Just what the heck is happening? They were just away from Himitsu Suzuki's house for a few hours. What happened in that period that led to this...miracle?

"Yes. Lucas and your girl's secretary think that that traitor probably wants to make that Zorn fucker and his minions think that Aurelia Schreiber is dead. They too don't understand but they think that she was made to drink an herb that weakened her heart rate for a few hours." The pink-haired answers seriously. "Who the fuck cares if your girl got plot armor, fucking losers? Your bitch is back from hell."

Just as Sanzu said with a grin, loud and deep panting was heard by Ran from his little brother who was sprinting the lawn with them from the main entrance towards the mansion where a certain black-haired woman should be lying dead. Except...

"Four-eyes?!" 

...she isn't. Not anymore.

Four pairs of eyes turned to the direction of the brothers. One belongs to the woman who welcomed them in her place, Shimizu Nemoto aka Himitsu Suzuki. Two pairs belong to the two people who helped and protected the woman that the Haitanis both loved. And the last one...are green-colored orbs...peering back at them, while seated at the edge of the bed where she lied down. The same green eyes which were lifeless just a few hours ago.

Rindou couldn't believe it. His eyes slowly widened. His mouth slowly dropped. His breathing literally slowed down. His heart palpitated loudly. His steps halted. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Or is she really...

"S-Sari...na...is that...really you...?" Like a whisper, he asks. The sight of her alive again blurred his eyesight. Or more like...his tears did.

The next thing everyone saw...was the youngest Haitani who just bawled his eyes out because of despair earlier dashing towards the zombie woman with no hesitation. It didn't even take him two seconds and the woman is already in his embrace. In his warmest embrace. And it was so tight and warm and real. This feeling. This warmth. She is real. She really is still alive. The man is so overjoyed that he tightened his clutch on her—seven months' worth.

"I can't believe it...you're really...you're really still alive...I'm so glad..." He pressed his eyes shut as he let another pair of tears fall on her shoulder. He couldn't understand it, but he trembled in her touch. He simply could not believe that after all these months, he would see her again. That he would feel her warmth again. That he would be with her again.

"Thank you, Sarina...Thank you for being alive..." He buried his face in the nooks of her hair. And how he recognized the faint smell of her citrus shampoo, making him smile.