After the scene with Avian, I went searching for Henry to explain. I found him in the gym, hitting a punching bag like it had my face, or Avian's engraved on it.
He slowed down a bit as if sensing my presence. But it appeared to be an assurance cause he was back to hitting the bag as hard as before.
"Henry?"
POW! POW! POW!
I moved till I was in his line of view but still he turned away from me and kept hitting the bag. I wished I could make him understand what he'd seen but even I didn't understand it.
"It's not what you think."
He paused. Then kept hitting the bag aggressively.
I couldn't see his expression but I could tell from his tensed shoulders and defensive stance that he was about to self-destruct.
I'd seen it in Chellu once.
"Henry?!"
POW!
Then he heaved out a sigh, beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face and trickling their way through his chest— his lean, muscular chest.
Just when I thought that he'd continue hitting the bag, he said through gritted teeth, "If you're here to explain, don't bother. I give you my blessings."
I began walking till I was in his line of vision again.
His hair had grown longer for the little time he spent locked up and they formed a dangerous fade. His beards were also prominent, along with the darkness in his eyes framed by long lashes.
Before I could respond to his suspicion, he walked further away from me to take his shirt which he wore. Then, his gaze, the last one he gave me which lingered as he turned at the doorframe was filled with so much hatred that I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
As Henry left, my bodyguard poked his head in to make sure I was alright and it was then, just then, that I remembered to check the time. It was then that I remembered my new status. It was then, just then, that the reality of Allen's death hit.
Was Henry feeling guilty about that? Or was his current countenance a contest to my misendeavours?
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Two O'clock.
Avian...The gazebo...Me...Two bodyguards...Trees... Grasses...Leaves...The gazebo...
Two ten.
Avian...Me...Two bodyguards...Sunlight...Shadows...Me... A topic...
Two twenty.
Me...My thoughts...Avian ...Me... Appetizers...
Avian dropped his glass of water and folded his arms, then sat back to observe me under his keen sight. "I can tell a lot is on your mind," he said.
My brows were raised as if to say "what do you think?"
He smiled. The one that always made him soft and cute.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about the mafia. But the number one rule to being a long standing leader is the absolute control of who gets to know your secrets, which, to answer the question running through your mind right now, was why I kissed you."
I was silent for sometime, what I was about to tell him at that moment now resurfacing as pieces of a multi-puzzle.
"Please, can you excuse us Henry? It wouldn't take long."
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Crimson Mists
Ficción General«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...
