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{music recommendation here– try Unethical by Faouzia}
One moment, I was sure I was lying in bed in the suite, but then the next, I found myself holding a bloodied body to myself. And I... I was crying. That's what they call that salty liquid rolling down your face, right? Tears.
But wait, this doesn't make sense. I don't think there's anything that can make me cry unless it's an act... Is it?
I held the body, gripped it tight, my tears rolling down slowly, and then I lifted my head, looking at the faceless people looking down at me and my pathetic state.
They sneered. They laughed. They mocked my situation.
They looked at me with those hollow eyes like I was a joke, a comedy piece, while I... My heart was breaking.
I could feel it vividly. The feeling of betrayal, the feeling of pain... My life was falling apart before my eyes.
"Why?" That single word escaped my lips as I gripped the body tighter. "He didn't do anything. Why did you do this to him?"
It felt like I was recalling a memory, and this wasn't Lyssa's memory. It was... Mine.
Yes, I could feel it. The anger, the pain... All of it was raw, and clawing at my chest and soul.
I wanted revenge. I wanted to get them back. I hated them.
Blood rolled down my cheeks, replacing the salty tears that had fallen on the man's corpse.
Who was he? What did he mean to me?
He must've been someone that meant a lot to me if I was crying and feeling so much hate on his behalf.
I hated myself for feeling weak and vulnerable. I hated myself for falling into their trap.
"I'll kill you," I hissed in spite. "I'll kill you all."
And what came next was the image of a burning mansion.
I stood in front of the burning mansion in my bare feet, my face, the knife in my hand, and my heart were all bloody.
Yes, my heart bled that day, and I held no emotion in my eyes, save for the void they had left me with.
I had taken revenge, but still the pain and emptiness I felt after 'his' death did not go away.
I did not feel better.
I wanted everyone to feel the same way I felt. I wanted everyone to lose one person precious to them so they could feel the kind of hurt I was feeling.
And with that, I turned around, the bloody knife in hand and the resolve to create chaos.
But... Who was he?
I wonder...
My eyes opened, and I found myself in the expensive suite, my eyes teary and the pillow soaked.
I sat up right away, startled.
What happened? Why was my face teary?
I tried to recall the dream I had, but it was all blurry. I was sure I remembered something... Something from my past, but then again, as I tried to recall it, nothing came.
All I remembered was the distant cries and pleas and... A burning mansion.
"Ugh," I pressed my hand on my head. So much for enjoying myself in a suite. "Let's not think about it any longer," I said to myself and dropped my body on the bed again.
Even when I told myself I didn't want to think about it any longer, I couldn't help but think back to the dream I didn't remember.
There was a lingering feeling in my heart. An ache I couldn't soothe. A spite that made me click my tongue in annoyance. And a push that made me want to commit one sort of atrocity or the other.
"Well, this sucks. I can't even remember, so how am I supposed to know what I want? If only I remembered," I narrowed my eyes, closing them into a thin line and looking at the ceiling from that thin line. "If only I remembered," I mumbled again, and then a sharp knock came from the door.
My lips curled up, knowing who it might be.
Caelum let me spend the night here since it would only spark more rumors if I walked around with him at night.
Thanks to that, I got to spend a comfortable night in an expensive suite I didn't work for. But then again, it didn't feel like a comfortable night because of that dream I couldn't remember.
It even made me cry, putting me in a foul mood.
I got up from the bed, rolled my hair up into a messy bun, and then dropped my robe just a bit to seem a little enticing.
I wanted to mess with that cold guy for a start. Maybe it'll put me in a better mood.
I went to the door and opened it. Just as I thought, the person at the door was the cold beastman from the previous night, with white hair and grey eyes.
He was looking at me with the same irritation that he had shown the previous night, and this time, he even added a frown on top. How cute.
He looked at how I was loosely dressed and asked,
"Why aren't you dressed?"
"Well," I softly brushed my hand against my neck, then my exposed shoulder. "I just woke up. Did you expect me to dress up from my sleep?"
He did not laugh at my joke.
Caelum walked into the suite, and I watched his back before shutting the door. He sat down on one of the chairs, his back straight and his arms folded.
"I'll wait for you, so get dressed." He said, but I just stood there, my arms crossed.
"What a gentleman you are," I said, and he closed his eyes.
They say he's a man who goes by the books. He's a very strict rule follower, so of course, he'd want to wait until he found 'the' one before he lies in bed with a female. As I said before, how cute.
He and his brother shared this cuteness that the naked eye couldn't see.
I'm surrounded by virgins, but I won't complain.
"Why are you just standing there? I said to get dressed." He had opened his eyes to find me still standing there. He looked at me with his scrutinizing grey eyes, but it wasn't enough to move me.
"I'd love to, but I don't have anything to wear," I said. That's a lie, though.
They provided me with a dress, but it's no fun doing what he wants just because he asks.
"Why are you only telling me that now?" He asked, a little alarmed, and I shrugged.
"You never asked." I walked closer and then stood right in front of him, bending my upper body so our faces would be inches apart. "But I don't think it's a big deal. I'll just make do with what's in front of me."
His brows furrowed, knowing I was up to something again, and I grinned.
"That's right. I'll be taking that coat off your body. That will do just fine."