Isaac’s POV
I locked the door, flipping the sign to "Closed". The Cozy Cup's warm glow faded, plunging me into the chilly night air.
My routine felt hollow, a meaningless sequence of tasks without Venus by my side.
About a week had passed since we last spoke. Her silence stung, a constant reminder of my failure to reach her.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd lost her forever.
That she has become like the monster she has at her command..
As I turned to walk away, a faint light caught my eye. A small TV in a shop window. The news. A reporter stood outside Damion's mansion, microphone in hand.
"...breaking news: billionaire Damion Wright found dead in his estate..." The reporter's words trailed off as I approached.
My heart sank.
Damion's death might explain Venus's disappearance.
Had she been involved? Was she safe?
She did say he would be next..
I quickened my pace, anxiety gnawing at my gut. Where was Venus? What had happened to her?
The city streets blurred together as I walked, lost in thoughts of Venus and the darkness that seemed to surround her. My phone remained silent, devoid of messages or calls from her.
The numbness returned, a protective shield against the pain. But deep down, a spark of hope flickered.
Maybe, just maybe, Venus would reappear, and our connection would reignite.
Until then, I'd hold onto that spark, keeping the Cozy Cup's warmth alive, waiting for the day she'd walk back through its doors.
I wandered into the park, my feet carrying me on autopilot.
The water fountain's gentle melody drew me in, a soothing serenade amidst the darkness.
Before me stood the angel statue, wings outstretched, gazing heavenward. In the center of the water fountain.
My eyes locked onto the statue's serene face, and I felt a pang in my chest. Venus had always loved this spot.
We'd sit together, and she would go on and on about the story behind this statue..
Now, the angel's beauty seemed tarnished, a reminder of all I'd lost. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I approached the fountain. Water droplets created a mesmerizing dance, yet my gaze remained fixed on the angel.
"Venus," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the water's gentle song. "Where are you?" The statue's stone eyes seemed to hold a deep sorrow, echoing my own.
I sat beside the fountain, the cool night air enveloping me. Memories flooded my mind: our laughter, our tears, our promises and plans.
The angel's wings appeared to shelter me, a symbol of protection and hope.
But my heart remained heavy, weighed down by the uncertainty surrounding Venus's disappearance.
As night deepened, I remained there, suspended between memories and longing, the angel's silent vigil my only solace.
My body sank, as if drawn by an unseen force, until I knelt before the fountain. Hands clasped, eyes cast upward, I prayed.
"Please," I whispered, voice trembling.
"Give me the power, the light to help my friend. Guide me to Venus, surround her with protection."
Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the fountain's melodic waters.
The angel's statue loomed above, a witness to my desperation. I felt fragile, yet determined.
"Illuminate the darkness," I implored. "Show me the path to reach her. Grant me the strength to support her, to bring her peace." My words echoed through the park's stillness.
In the silence, I searched for answers.
Where was Venus? What challenges did she face?
My prayers poured out, a heartfelt plea to any power that would listen. The world seemed cruel, capricious, yet I held onto hope.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of Secrets.
Paranormal"Phear's interest is piqued, and he's clearly amused by Venus's boldness, but he's not willing to show his hand just yet. This sets the stage for a story where Venus must navigate the consequences of her bargain without knowing the true cost."
