My Fathers Killer

LUCIAN - chapter 5

June 6th

I've never been one for loving, needing, feeling.

I had what I had, that didn't include a real family and I was fine with that. After years of this life, the basic feelings I once had morphed into one Pangaea of an emotion.

Then, I saw her.

I saw her and for the first time in years, I felt something new, something happy, excited, something beautiful.

Since that moment she has been... everything.

Like trying a drug for the first time and being instantly addicted, I'm setting myself up for death.

The casualty of love is nothing to toy around with. Love is like a gun with no safety in the hands of a child, either that or the concept of life; two sides, never three. It's the war between life and death; it's the war I pledged to stay far away from.

Her beauty is like a choir in an echoing chappel.

Imagine a song with the most heavenly of melodies. I imagine her.

She has thick, golden hair that falls down, slightly past her shoulders and big, chocolate eyes so beautiful they could make a grown man melt. Sweet doe yet so intimidating I don't even know if I should beg on my knees or run for my life.

She's blessed with gloss-like, pale skin. So soft compared to my scarred. Those plump, rose-tinted lips of a size so perfect, Goldilocks would fawn for them, and a cupids bow so entrancing as if it was crafted by the angel himself.

Her nose defined on her face, almost completely straight; the linear disrupted by a tiny bump of intricate detail before it lifts once more.

Full, brown eyebrows and eyelashes that add to her complexion with high cheekbones that carve her face.

Her ethereal profile is highlighted with a soft brown beauty mark below her left eye like a simple droplet of ink that somehow ties her together like a big red bow.

Each detail of her alluring sculpture has had me captivated from the moment my eyes caught a glimpse.

This girl- fuck, this girl has me entranced.

She unknowingly holds a superior power over me... and I didn't even know how much I fucking needed it.

The girl is a living legend, and somehow I was lucky enough to put a beautiful face to an alias.

I'm sitting at my desk now, an Aruto Fuente cigar hanging between my lips, one hand holds my short glass of neat whiskey while the other rests on my propped-up thigh.

A sigh slips from my throat as I lean back in my large, dark brown leather chair. It's late, almost
7 pm. I haven't left my office since I first arrived here 12 hours ago. My work takes up my life, not because I love it but because it is quite literally- my life.

I hope one day my future will be more than this, but I'm 35 already and the closest thing I've had out of this shit was a two-week-long vacation where absolutely nothing happened. No violence, no drugs, nothing. It was heaven; just me, alcohol and hot weather sitting on a white sand beach.

In theory, I should've been lonely and bored but in reality, I had never felt so at peace or worry-free.

I've heard that's what finding love feels like. I don't think I've ever felt love before, I don't think I've ever been given it either.

My attention is taken from my mind to the door opening after a short knock.

"Don,"

"Anton" I sit back up and set my drink down