E P H E M E R A L

Noir- black hearts

Noir

noun

1. a genre of crime film or fiction characterized by cynicism, fatalism, and moral ambiguity.

2.something that is black is of the darkest colour that there is, the colour of the sky at night when there is no light at all.

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The darkness in the icy sky clashing with the moonlit stars wasn't enough to cover up my sins nor the lies. Before I knew it, the throbbing pain was no longer sensible, numbness took over my frozen body and I became trapped in a glacier.

"I got no regrets. I had a reason." Words- words that could no longer be forced out of my mouth, not after those words being the excuse I used on my friend, the one I betrayed.

Why have I taken this sinful route you may ask. Why don't you ask if I ever had a choice?

Each step growing with sorrow, I walked away with the scent of the purple hyacinth lingering in thin air. There it laid gently on the grave inscribed with the name of an innocent soul, the one I have pushed down six deep under with the rest of my humanity.

{purple hyacinth- I am sorry. Please forgive me. }

Reluctantly, I gave one last look at the name only to arouse the grief. Thoughts shot in my head like the bullets from that night, reminding me of the very incident.

What was I thinking? I should have gotten there quicker. I should have known. I should have never..

With that, my mind swayed back to December 29th- when it all started to collapse.

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{Songs will be added for each part- it'll help enhance the reading experience!}

December 29th, the day before the D-Day. At least that's what the boys had called it. For me, it wasn't that different.

Another day, another 'case'.

Everyone was gathered hurriedly for an emergency plan rush-through just in case Plan A didn't work out but Plan A was always the end game or so i thought. I didn't see a point in it. The target for the case was determined 6 months ago and I became in charge of the 'observation'. It was my specialty after all. To be given the opportunity to handle the major parts of the case- especially this one - it was the ladder to getting promoted which of course means more cash flow into the bank. Money making scheme indeed. That wasn't the reason for me though. It may be the only way out from actually doing the work - I needed a break from..... all this.

The case was a brunette- a familiar looking one at that. Not that I have seen her before. She seemed incredibly fragile. The way her pale brown eyes gleamed ever so softly with innocence, making my hands itch to just take her away. Far away from what was to be her end, me. I watched her ventured into the house which I too have become fond of since her return. 

Captivating and oh so distracting

To compliment her eyes, brown locks engulfed her tiny face, but it hadn't end there, her flawless face was marked with freckles. Suddenly, Sam came in my mind. Samuel has the same freckles. Slightly under the eye bags, wrapping around the nose to meet the cheek bones. Surprised by how much they actually resembled, a sudden rush of nostalgia kicked in my system. Despite how much he drives me insane with his untamed energy which seems to ooze out of his bone, I truly missed his presence. I told myself I would contact him tomorrow, once the job was done.