Tragic Love

CHAPTER 32: Just Cousins?

Justin's P.O.V

When I heard the door close, I opened my eyes. I saw myself floating about 30 centimetres above the ceiling with 6 bullets levitating below me. 

I was in shock and I was also in luck. I didn't intend to use any my powers and I was sure I didn't use them. I had just lain on the dusty floor of the ceiling and hoped not to be killed.

I was so happy that my powers came to my rescue when I truly needed them though I didn't want to use them... and that they didn't leave any dead bodies behind. 

I heard someone say; "Who could that man be?" It was a frail voice, the voice of an elderly person. But something in that voice was familiar to me. I was certain I knew the owner of the voice and after some seconds of thinking, I realized that it was my maternal grandfather's.

I was very acquainted with him. He was a man in his early eighties. He had chestnut brown eyes and once black hair, which is now a mixture of black and white. He and his wife lived not too far from our house and I visited him frequently during holidays. 

He was a very fun and lively man and I always did look forward to visiting him. But now, instead of liveliness, I could imagine the grief and sadness on his face; his only surviving child and her husband were both dead. His son had died about ten years ago due to a plane crash. And now... his daughter?

If I had thought of all these when I had the chance to kill John seconds ago, I would have done it without having any regrets. Right now, I was just filled with pure anger. I felt bad for him and my grand mom; both of them had buried their own children. It was unarguably one of the worst feelings anyone could go through. And they were going through all these because of the greed and stupidity of two men. I had just realized that I was not the only one affected by this tragedy.

I kept floating until I heard him close the door behind him. The bullets fell clumsily and I landed on them. I got up from the ceiling and came down through the hole I used to come in. 

My clothes were totally ruined by the dust I lay on. I began dusting off the dirt on them. When I was done, they were barely visible... because I was wearing a black outfit.

I walked out of the lavatory, trying to put on the straightest face I could. I didn't want to show any emotions.

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Lisa's P.O.V

I was sure that Justin needed truckload of emotional support because it was evident in the way he behaved this afternoon, that he did. And also, he looked very distraught at table when we were having dinner. In fact, no one talked at table this evening, which was very rare. The atmosphere was just very uncomfortable.

It was 10:00 pm and I had just finished my art project so I decided that it will be nice if I visited him.

I got into the room and I knocked thrice. When he didn't answer, I got in. He wasn't there!

His room was in a state of disarray; clothes on the floor, some of his books were scattered on his table too and his bed was also scattered. I wondered where on earth he could be. 'Maybe he could be with my dad or something,' I thought and shrugged.

I was turning back, about to leave the room when I saw his window wide open. My heart immediately flew into my mouth. I was scared he did the unthinkable; suicide.

I went to the window and checked the veranda to see if he was there but he wasn't. My heart began to beat speedily.

I had come late! If I had come earlier, maybe I could've saved him but I was too busy with my dumb project that I didn't even give a second to check on him.