"Stop talking. Stop resisting."
"Okay."
"May I kiss you? I want to kiss you."
"Do you really need to do it?"
"Yes I do. I need it. Badly."
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"Felicidade" means "Happiness"...
An Indian girl with impossible dreams of meeting the love of her l...
I drive back home after dropping Atzy. She was silent throughout the way which is so unlike her. I asked her twice about what is wrong. She didn't reply. I got it. She was hurt. For the first time in 5 years I have seen her hurt.
I put my phone on charge after reaching. It went out of battery on the way. The phone turns on and the wallpaper comes in front of my eyes. Me, standing with my hands holding her hand. Her another hand holding the plushie. That idiot. She always gave that plushie more importance than she gave me. I smile sadly at the screen.
Gosh! I miss her. I miss her so much that it hurts to even breathe. It is like I am going around with a stone on my heart. Like someone is trying to choke the life out of me and I am incapable of doing anything.
I take off the hoodie and unbutton my shirt standing in front of the large mirror in my room. There is a long mark of knife-cut through my navel towards my chest on the left. I got it while I was 20. I followed a false lead to find her back.
"Hyung!", Seo Jung Ho knocks on my door. He is my most trusted person in the gang and he is almost my age. But he never calls me by my name even though I have told him to do that.
"Yeah..", I put the shirt back on. I feel uncomfortable showing my skin to anybody else other than my mirror.
"We got another lead. This time it is from Daegu." Jung Ho hands me a piece of paper.
"Daegu?"
"Yes, the person owns a junkyard in the outskirts of Daegu."
"Let's go now. I don't want to delay." I hurriedly button up my shirt and take the hoodie in my hand.
"Hyung, it is 8.30 pm already. Do you still want to go?" Jung Ho pleads me.
"Jung ho, you know how much important it is to me. I don't want to miss this just because I didn't reach on time." I say taking my car keys from the study desk in my room.
Jung Ho lets out a sigh, "Okay, I'll bring In Ho with me." He pulls out his phone from his pocket.
"No, no! Don't bring anybody else. We are enough. Just take your gun." I stop him from calling In Ho. I don't want others to apprehend my emotion for madness.
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"What is in it for me? Why do I tell you what I know?", the man in front of me says with his sharp eyes narrowing down on me.
he is probably in his mid 40's. But his dirty clothes with unwashed hair and dirt in nails are making him look like above 50. His teeth is brown from tobacco I guess and the room is filled up with white smoke. An old, bluish tattoo is peeking out from his right forearm under folded sleeve. And I know the tattoo. That tattoo is under my sleeve too which is hidden under my over-sized hoodie. And this meeting will be tough to handle.
