"Please, I beg you, let me go."
"I am ready to give you everything and anything other than freedom. You belong to me, the faster you understand, the easier it will be for you. And if you still don't accept this fact, then suffer like this."
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《PHONE CALL》
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After the unsettling events, I attempt to immerse myself in my work. As the sun sets and night falls, a weariness settles within me. The thought of returning to the mansion and confronting Y/n exhausts me already.
The mere thought of returning back to the mansion, bracing myself to face Y/n, overwhelms my heart. I've never allowed such a connection to form before; even the idea of tackling the wave of emotion from her is a headache.
After a moment of contemplation, I finally made my mind and decides to head towards my secluded, other property. I'm just not ready to face the emotional turmoil that going back to the mansion entails.
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As I step into the farmhouse, I can't help but feel a wave of serenity wash over me, the silence is comforting, just like old times. As sigh escaped my lips as I remember how Y/n has filled the mansion with her energy, her presence. How long has it been since I last experienced peace at home? As I force Y/n into my life, chaos and drama have became constant companions.
I walked to his room, washing away the exhaustion of the day with a refreshing touch of water and entering the realm of comfortable rest on the bed.
After laying down on the bed in the hope of finding a quick escape through sleep. I soon realize that's not a option for me tonight. The day's event, more specially, the image of Y/n, constantly crying and pleading, keeps replaying inside my mind.
My heart often pounds with a twisted sense of gratification when I see others trembling before me, reduced to begging and shedding tears. Surprisingly, the sight of her crying eyes triggers a diffrent reaction.
It puzzles me why her tear have such an impact. Our paths crossed merely 72 hours ago, and she has hardly been anything but a nuisance, stirring up scenes and emotional outburst at every turn, yet, those tears...
Somehow, her tears are like a magnet that draws my attention. Despite the frustration and annoyance she causes, I can't help but wonder what drives her to cry. Is it fear? Anguish? Resignation?
Leave that apart, I can't even fathom my own reaction when Y/n had tired to escape me. The anger and desperation that had filled me were as confusing as they were intense. It was as if I needed her to be within my reach, to see her there infront of me, at that very instant.
I very well knew that I'll find her eventually, so, why did I lose control? It was as if I had gone crazy, my mind consumed by a desperate need to bring her back at that very moment. Why did her escape affect him so deeply?
