How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Zcyhie Elizabeth's POV
The moonless midnight in July showcased the black void that seemed so vast which hanged above us. My eyes landed on him. He wore a black strips long sleeves folded just before his wrists with his black skirt and black pants. He looked hot.
"Are you done?" I asked. He glanced at the calling card of Detector Mac Gregor, then kept it on his pocket. Andrew was the third victim, he was last found at the mall but his body was there at the hall. Who are you?
"Yeah," he whispered. I smiled for a bit gazing at the sky. My hair swept backwards as the wind kissed my face. I grabbed my alcohol from my bag, then sanitized my hand. In my peripheral, I saw him raised his brows. "What?"
We've been walking around here in the park for a couple of minutes. The crickets and the howling of the dogs muffled in our ears. He cracked the uneasiness and silence on our surroundings.
"About a while ago," he said, scratching his nose.
"Have you seen it, haven't you?" I hummed preventing myself from laughing out loud.
"Three inches?" I laughed.
"I completely disagree." He ran his finger down the tip of his nose. I heard a chuckle quietly on what I've said. Moment had passed when he raised another question from out of the blue.
"Have you ever had a crush on me?" he asked. I glared at him.
"It's Evans, isn't it?" I caught a ghost of pain from his lips. "Or isn't me?"
"There's nothing to assume," I said. His facial expression remained unreadable as he stared at me.
"Isn't there?"
"Is there?" I asked back with the same tone. He shrugged indifferently.
"Just answer the question, Lychee."
"You haven't even answered mine." We both laughed as we moved towards the wooden bleachers. I averted my gaze towards the pitch sky above, looking like a void that looked like rain would come out soon.
"Never mind," he mumbled, turning his back on me.
"What's with your drama?" I added in a patronizing tone.
"Nothing. Just wondering, I thought maybe the appeal would lay in our atmosphere," he murmured.
Since when did he know how to smoothly divert the conversation?
I gazed through my phone. I clicked the previous recordings from the camera that I've installed weeks ago from Gramps new office. Nothing's new.
That's the time when Evans kissed me. I shook my head to ease the thought forming inside my mind. It was always his secretary that walked over on his office.
