Bloody Love ( ERERI / RIREN)

× The Symbol ×

26th February Saturday

Wind, coldness and clouds. For some people it was just one simple day, for others - comfort, and some hated this dark weather.

But in one certain house at one usual street the happening was one of the main ᴘ̶ʀ̶ᴏ̶ɢ̶ʀ̶ᴇ̶s̶s̶ɪ̶ɴ̶ɢ̶  important things.

Tic tac. Come on, think!
Tic tac. The answer needs to be here.. ̶T̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ᴇ̶ ̶ᴍ̶ᴜ̶s̶ᴛ̶ ̶ʙ̶ᴇ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ ̶ʟ̶ᴏ̶ɢ̶ɪ̶ᴄ̶  No!..  There is one, but I just have to catch it. So easy. Think a bit!
Tic tac.

Bitting his lips while nervously walking around the white room. They say to have the ability to think and focus, the color of the room you are in ̶ɴ̶ᴇ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶s̶  is offered to be  ̶ʟ̶ɪ̶ɢ̶ʜ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ light color.

He is getting angry and the fact he is striding so intensely is disturbing him even more. Think, think. Only this is on his mind. But how can a person think after he is disconcerted by the ambition to find the sense faster.

He stops. Breathes out. His conclusion silently getting numb while he is watching through the window. Something strange gets to him and with hesitant steps he's approaching the window. He's opening it, the cold wind is blowing him softly.

The sky is the same gloomy and covered by grayish clouds, but there is something peculiarly about it. The scent, the breeze, the time are bringing him...  What is it? Memories, comfort, deja vu? He doesn't know as well, but it's so pleasantly it's making him calm... Before something snaps.

Tic tac. He holds his breath. Eyes are widening. Everything is like on a slow motion. Like the time has S̶ᴛ̶ᴏ̶ᴘ̶ᴘ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶  but it's there. Life is happening, in our veins, that room, outside thought the walking boy with a hood over his head and the smoking chimneys, but it doesn't matter. For him it's slowed down.

Tic tac. That's right..
That's how it happened. 7 days and then more 7.. Firstly S̶ᴛ̶ʀ̶ᴇ̶ᴇ̶ᴛ̶.̶. that street, then the old lady..

Tic tac. But they aren't related..  Tic tac. Except by that they are absolutely and just right the distance.
Tic tac. He's turning around slowly with open mouth. He looks at it. It's handing on the white wall. A map with red drawing pins..  His imagination is drawing lines. Tic tac. Looking further and like an artist he's drawing points on the map..  Ha there is it.

Tic tac. A sign. A symbol.
It was there all this time and he realised it just now. Why didn't he see it before? Oh yes. It was part of his plan. He's wanted to tangle him in his net, to forget about the murders. He looks at the map angrier. Not anymore.

Only if he knew what does that symbol means.

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× Inclined words: thoughts, feelings 

× Bold words: important, attention

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