Dark Assassin [COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

Ivy

Someone is screaming out in the streets. Another is getting mugged just across where I'm walking but I keep on walking. Anyone who sees me must think I'm out of my mind braving these streets at this time of night. I find a spot to huddle in front of some game shop and as I curl up by the door, I realize that I'm crying. So much for not going into shock.

When something tragic happens, its often said we lose a piece of ourselves. How far would you go to find these lost parts of yourself in order to be whole again? How do I move on from here? I have nothing. I no longer have a home. I have lost my heart, my best friend and my love. It hurts so much, maybe it would be better to just curl up and die. I hear the distant roar of a thunderstorm. As if it wasn't enough that I had nowhere to go. Maybe it will be a lot better if I just sit there and reminisce about the old days...

... Some time ago...

It's New Years Eve. I'm making my famed chicken pie. I have the chicken perfectly stewed and now I'm making the sauce after tricking him into making the pastry. Celeste walks into the kitchen with the grocery bag. I had asked her to get me a couple of things from the grocery store. She looks from me then to him and bursts out laughing.

"Wow! You turned him domestic. That's definitely worth a world record." She says with a giggle.

She turns to him with a warm smile.

"She totally has you whipped." She says to him.

"You think? I'm only here because she threatened to starve me for days if I don't start helping out." He says whilst rolling the dough.

"Don't listen to him, he's exaggerating." I say as I place the sauce into the fridge. "Baby, could you hand me the pastry."

He does as I ask and I can't help notice how his fingers softly graze mine as I take the bowl from him. Who could guess we've only been dating for two months?

"So, Ivy, are you ready for your Paris début?" Celeste asks as she takes her place in the kitchen and begins tossing together a Greek salad.

"Well, that depends." I say.

"On what?" She asks curiously.

"Don, are you coming with me to Paris?" I ask as I turn to face him.

"You ... You want me to go with you?" He asks, clearly I've caught him off guard.

"I mean, it'll be nice and all but if you don't want to..." I immediately cut.

Sure, Ivy, you just had to be a clingy kill joy.

"It's not that I don't want to go it's just... I get air sick." He says with a slightly embarrassed look.

"That is a lie and you know it!" Celeste says to him.

He gives her the slightly annoyed look I've grown so accustomed to and for the next ten seconds they have an epic stare contest. For the first time I feel like I'm intruding. Like there's some dark secret only they know and I'm not allowed to share in on it. After a while he looks away.

"He'll love to go with you. Isn't that right, Don?" She says to me before turning to him with a serious expression.

"Sure. I guess I have to brave my airsickness." He says with a smile and a defeated expression.