The Unrevived

21 | Broken pieces

Settings: Clark's office

Clark

( Five years later )

I am trying not to live,

I'm dying.

You can think this is all sick,

But I'm crying.

I'm crying for someone worthless like you.

And I deserve this,

I deserve to teach you what it's like in hell!

•••••••••

She might be planning on getting her wedding dress now.

I hadn't brought myself infront of Revina, not yet.
I was waiting for that perfect moment, where her jovial life would shatter infront of me and she would cry for help.... help from me.

I had worked so hard to get to the position I am today. All thanks to my mom and Rebecca. I wouldn't be able to even hurt Revina without them.

I was the owner of the franchise in Brazil, right where Revina thinks she's living the best moments of her life.

She's mistaken.

I had ties with the biggest companies and I was the upcoming new tycoon of the city. I was the CEO of 'Natural Artifacts', the largest Artifact selling company in the south.

Everybody wanted me, but all I wanted was Revina......

I was the third richest man in South America and the hottest guy on the 'Trineapolis magazine groove'. I was the centre of attention wherever I went, but I made sure, I wasn't troubled by the buzzing media. That would be a big exposure to Revina. I was the man under the mask.
'The hidden one', was the name people gave me.

I told you, I am a wanted man.

••••••••••

My office was no ordinary one. I had the rarest bronze statues covering my desk, I had the finest desk made of teak, I had the largest laughing Buddha statue sitting in one corner of the room, fragrant flowers always replacing the scent of the ever so beautiful air, the curtains all designed by my professional designers, and most of all, I had secretly asked an artist to sneak up on Revina and paint her portrait.

My... did she look lovely.

Deep down, she was the only one who I had loved. All the women in my office were pretty, but not as gorgeous as Revina. She was unforgettable.

She had played with my feelings, twisted them in her petty own ways, but it was now my turn to play with hers.

Her beloved husband was unaware that he worked for my company. He'd seen my face, he'd entered into this very cabin many times before but he didn't seemed to notice the painting of Revina's, hidden behind the book rack, right behind me.

I kept her with me for so long and I wasn't going to step back even if she begged to be with me.
She deserved to know how it felt when someone steals the meaning of your life or... how it feels when someone goes to hell.