Confessions of a Cynic

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I'm going to die. Psyche could just imagine an article that is about to be publish on the next day on the headlines. Psyche McGee, 26 -was hit by a car as she tried to escape from three unknown guys who were chasing her. She was known to be a cynical journalist and almost lost her job for it. She couldn't impress her boss and she just wanted to have that drink but she can't because sadly, it was her last day.

Wouldn't that be a sad article on the newspaper the next day?

But within that second, when Psyche's thoughts were all about seeing her name on the headlines of Today's News, a pair of strong hands grabbed her arm, spinning her and pulled her safe back to the sidewalk.

She could feel warmth between her savior's body and hers. They were lean and buff and could crush her any minute if he is going to embrace her tightly. But, on the positive side of things, there was something on it that she felt protected and safe.

"What the hell, Psyche?!" the man angrily shouted at her. She flinched for she knew the voice.  "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

She immediately pulled away form the man."Of course not. I never thought of killing myself someday. Not to mention, hitting myself with a car." Psyche angrily shouted, glaring at Eros. "I was being chased."

"By?"

Psyche looked at the three men by the dark street and couldn't help shaking of fear. Eros followed Psyche's eyes and saw the three men approached them. He immediately step in front of Psyche, placing her behind him.

"I'm going to call the cops if you don't scram. They're just by the corner." Eros firmly said. Psyche raised her chin and placed both of her hands on her waist. The three men eventually stepped back and ran away from them.

"What are you going to do now? Huh!" Psyche showed her fists at them.

"Stop it. What did you do to get into trouble?" Eros asked, annoyed.

Psyche looked at Eros, all suit up and styled. "I was waiting for my friend when those three approached me. I tried to shake them off but they won't budge. So I kicked one of them in the balls and I ran and ran till I got here."

"My god, Psyche. And you really passed by a dark street? You should be thankful I saw you."

"Hey, if you were in my place, you wouldn't bother thinking where to go. Anyway, you seem all suit up. Party?"

"Yeah. With my friends. Now, go get a cab and get away from here. Everybody's looking at us." Eros said but seeing Psyche's eyes widen and troubled, he knew what he said something to offend Psyche. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just that you're-oh, shit."

"What? I may buy from thrift shops and vintage stores but these aren't shit."

"Just!" Eros stopped her. Psyche could see from Eros' eyes anger and shocked all over. She followed his eyes and saw Carmen with another man walking together, with their hands on each others waist. They were laughing and flirting with each other.

"Is that-"Psyche was about to point out when Carmen saw them. But, rather avoiding them, she went to them, smiling with grace and poise.

"Hello, Eros. I didn't expect you'll be here." Carmen greeted them, her hands still on the Iranian man which Psyche swore he has seen him in a  Vogue magazine once.

"Carmen. Who the hell is this?" Eros asked, his voice trying to suppress his anger.

"Oh. Uh...Eros, this is Gaspar Shah. A crown prince from Iran." Carmen smiled, clearly giddy as she said crown prince.

"Her fiance." the prince said with an accent.

Both Eros and Psyche were taken a back. Fiance? She's already engage? But, didn't she broke up with him 2 weeks ago? And, a prince?!