《Define Heartless》 1 - The Meeting She, dressed in a little black dress and stiletto heels, walked behind me into the same elevator. She took her eyes off her rose gold smart phone only to see that the level she wanted was already pressed. As the door closes, she puts down her phone and stares at me through the reflection on the elevator¡¯s mirror door. Our eyes met. As I was about to compliment her shining brown eyes, she asked to me, ¡°Is everything ready?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°A will. So that people will know what to do with your assets once you¡¯re gone. Oh, I hope you didn¡¯t forget to buy your own grave too,¡± she said, ¡°It¡¯s fine with me if you want to end it all, but at least don¡¯t trouble others with cleaning up the mess you¡¯d make when you¡¯re gone¡±. I just stared at her in disbelief. My eyes widen in surprised, wondering how she knew. ¡°How did yo ¨C¡± Ding. I was cut off as the elevator arrived on the eighteenth floor. I followed her off the elevator, hoping for an answer to my cut ¨Coffed question. However, before I got a chance to ask again, she had arrived at her room, coincidentally next to mine. She sighed and made eye contact with me. I had gotten lost in her eyes until she spoke. ¡°Do me a favor, don¡¯t kill yourself until after 6 P.M.,¡± she said. ¡°I don¡¯t want to be here when the police arrive. I don¡¯t have time to be stuck in this mess. Since you¡¯ll be gone after today anyways, waiting a little longer shouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡± ¡°Sure,¡± I said without thinking. For some reason, I wanted to continue talking with her but before I had the chance to say anything else, she disappeared behind her door. Stunned and feeling so many conflicting emotions, I went back to my own room. I plopped down on the newly made bed, dropping my backpack on the floor. The thick heavy curtains were closed so the room was dark in contrast to the sunny clear skies outside. I began to think about her words. I don¡¯t know why but I felt really bothered by them. I don¡¯t understand why humans, or any living thing for that matter, strive to live. What¡¯s the meaning of life anyways? Why? Why are we necessary? Why is life necessary? I felt tired. I felt alone. I felt empty. I just wanted to sleep for all of eternity. At this point, why should I care about bothering others? I¡¯m leaving. I¡¯m never going to see them again. I¡¯m done. I don¡¯t have to think about them or their opinions. I don¡¯t have to think anymore. I don¡¯t want to think anymore. I¡¯m done. Goodnight. I slowly got up and breathed in a breath of fresh air. I got a big glass of cool water to make the swallowing go easier. My only complaint right now was why sleeping pills had to be so big. I opened the bottle and as I was about to down it, I suddenly remembered her asking me to wait. I glanced at the clock ¨C 1:37 PM. I put the pills back in the bottle and began to think. I really don¡¯t think I have the patience to swallow all this. I had planned on everything except I didn¡¯t think that even the smallest high strength sleeping pills I could find would be this big. I had planned on feeling every last pill down my throat. I was looking forward to that last bit of sensation that I¡¯ll ever get from this life. However, looking at the size of these pills, it would make more sense to crush and dissolve them and then down the glass. I¡¯m not scared of death but I¡¯m scared of pain. So I decided ¨C I¡¯ll wait. I¡¯ll wait as a last gift for her. And while I wait, I¡¯ll make my last feast. After all, crushing the pills and putting them on food will make them way easier to swallow. Dying after falling into a food coma doesn¡¯t seem so bad. Just when I had remade plans, I heard her door opening and closing and her footsteps getting farther and farther away. I wondered where she was going. I started thinking about her ¨C who she was, why she was here, and how did she know. After a while of stewing inside my own head, I decided to just leave it all behind me and focus on working on my last feast. I decided to head to the nearest supermarket to decide what I¡¯m feeling for my last meal. I walked into a nearby NIN supermarket. NIN is the country¡¯s largest chain supermarket, established over a hundred years ago by Aldritch Young, my great¨Cgrandfather. At the time, it was 19XX, in the middle of what was known as the Great Drought. My great¨Cgrandfather had just gotten married to my great¨Cgrandmother and while they had both came from a well¨Coff family, money just didn¡¯t really matter if there was no supply. My great¨Cgrandfather, who was business savvy, saw an opportunity to open up a supermarket selling freshly grown drought resistance vegetables. It¡¯s not that the idea hadn¡¯t been done before. It¡¯s just that he really wanted to eat lots of greens and the best way for him to get it and ensure that it was properly grown with little to no pesticide was growing it himself. He was very health conscious after all. It¡¯s no wonder he made it to 93.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. So my great¨Cgrandmother, with her family¡¯s support, gave my great¨Cgrandfather land to cultivate produce. My great¨Cgrandfather¡¯s family in turn, helped invest in the developing the latest farming tools and nutritional research. The rest became what is known as NIN today ¨C Nurture In Nature. Looking around the produce section, I saw some beautiful white mushrooms. I decided that I was really craving salmon right now. I bought a big salmon steak, some white mushroom, a pack of sweet corn, small potatoes, milk, unsalted butter, broccoli, limes, herb spices, and lemon pepper. I also bought a bottle of my favorite Pinot Noir. I got back to the hotel, excited at the thought of my last meal and applauding myself for getting a hotel room with a fully equipped kitchen. I saw that the elevator door was about to close so I ran while hoping none of my groceries spill. I managed to get on the elevator only to be surprised that she was there. Once again, we both stared at each other through the elevator¡¯s mirror door. She looked down and saw the bags of groceries in my arms. ¡°Pinot Noir, also my favorite,¡± she said. ¡°Last meal?¡± Once again I¡¯m stunned. It was as if she could read my mind. Before I could reply, she said, ¡°Well thanks for making an effort to wait.¡± I didn¡¯t know what to say ¨C my mouth just opening before closing back up with no sound escaping. Ding. The elevator door opened and once again, I followed her back to our rooms. Before she could once again disappear behind her door, I blocked her from entering her room. After all, my arms were preoccupied. She looked into my eyes and raised an eyebrow. There was neither impatience nor curiosity in her eyes. She just simply looked and waited. I also didn¡¯t know why I wanted her attention. Without thinking, I asked, ¡°Would you like to have dinner with me?¡± ¡°Dinner. With you. A guy due to die later?¡± she replied. I realized what she implied. After all, would the police think it was just a suicide if a young man had dinner with a young lady only to die from sleeping pill overdose afterwards? ¡°Ha¡­ha¡­¡± I could only awkwardly laugh. However, I didn¡¯t want to give up this chance to talk to her. Just as I was thinking about what to do next, I heard a click of a door. When I had been thinking, she simply walked around me to her door. I was disappointed. A feeling of unwanted loneliness swept through my heart. Without turning around, I waited for the sound of the door closing so I wouldn¡¯t have to face a door slamming in my face but it never came. Surprised, and with renewed hope, I turned around. She had disappeared into the room but the door was still open, as if I had been invited in. With anticipation and fear, I carefully entered her room. It was an exact mirror image of mine. I saw her sitting on couch, leisurely sipping on a cup of tea and browsing through her phone. She looked up at me and pointed to the kitchen. I went into the kitchen and started preparing the food using my classic recipe. Just as I was platting the food together, I heard, ¡°Leave the sleeping pills out of mine please.¡± I looked up in surprise to see her on the other side of the kitchen island. To be honest, I was so absorbed in cooking I forgot what the meal represented. Mixed emotions flooded my heart. With a complicated look, I replied, ¡°I wasn¡¯t planning on adding it anymore.¡± Looking into her eyes, I felt like I couldn¡¯t lie. A part of me felt fearful but another part felt exhilarated as it¡¯s been some time that I had such a wonderful sensation. I set both plates one opposite ends of the table near the balcony, poured a glass of Pinot Noir for the both of us, and lit the candles. It was 6 PM and the sun was slowly setting. We both ate in silence, taking in the view of the newly lit city below us. As the sky grew darker and the city grew brighter, the dark room was embraced with the soft warm light of the candles. We coincidentally finished our food at the same time. ¡°That was actually really good. I love white mushrooms fried in salmon oil,¡± she said looking into my eyes. She put rested her chin on her arm and looked out at the view again. She signed and said, ¡°Hmmm¡­ Feels like a date.¡± ¡°It can be a date,¡± I blurted out. She turned to me, and once again looking into my eyes, she said ¡°Sorry, I don¡¯t date dead men.¡± I was stunned. Again, an uncomfortable feeling washed through my heart. Mesmerized by her eyes, I slowly said, ¡°Then keep me alive. Give me a reason live.¡± ¡°Why should I?¡± She responded. Again I was tongue¨Ctied but it made sense. I wanted to pursue her but I didn¡¯t know what will happen afterwards. Do I make her fall in love with me only to find me gone the next day? Can I make her fall at all? Stewing inside my own mind again, I heard her say, ¡°But I don¡¯t mind keeping a pet.¡± 2 - A Pet?! A PET?! My mind froze. All I could think of at the moment is how this girl keeps making me speechless. Every time I look into her eyes, I get the feeling that my lies will be exposed. However, even if I don¡¯t say a word, it feels as if she could read my emotions. I get the inkling she¡¯s toying with me. ¡°What do you mean by ¡°pet¡±?¡± ¡°Exactly what it sounds like. I¡¯m here in Rouzin for business. It¡¯s quite lonely with no close friends here. That¡¯s where you come in. You want to know more about me? Well I want someone to play with,¡± she replied. Dark brown eyes, silky dark brown hair, speaking perfect Rouzese, I thought she was a native like me. ¡°You¡¯re not from here?¡± ¡°November 20th, 6 PM. I¡¯ll be flying back to Moia,¡± she said, smiling. ¡°It¡¯s now¡­ what... October 23rd? You have a month to entertain me.¡± I sat there, still stunned. I¡¯m pretty sure my face is distorted in a ridiculous fashion. If we were filming a variety show right now, my reaction would¡¯ve been gold.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. She stood up, took the dishes, and put them in the sink. She blew out the candles, turned on the lights, and grabbed her suitcase. I followed her, wondering what she was going to do. ¡°Why are you packing?¡± ¡°It¡¯s way past 6 PM. I¡¯m technically late. Be honored I stayed for you. Thanks for dinner though. Be a dear and do the dishes too. Then check out of this room for me will ya?¡± she said as she rushed out the doorway. ¡°Oh! And don¡¯t forget, two days from now, meet me at the tower. I¡¯m a good owner; I¡¯ll walk my own pets.¡± The door closed in my face and I heard her footsteps fade away. Flustered, I went to the sink. Does that mean I¡¯ve gotten a date? Dazed, I washed the dishes, put everything in the room back in order, and went down to the lobby to check out. I then headed up back to my room only to realize I had mistakenly checked out of both our rooms. Putting my head on the door, I let out a long sigh. Since there was nothing left in my room anyways, I decided to go back home. Getting in my car, I threw my backpack over to the passenger side. It seems as I¡¯ll need to get gas first. I let out another sigh. I got on the freeway at a little past 7:30 PM. 30 minutes later, I¡¯m still in traffic. I let out another sigh. When I finally got home, without turning on the lights, I threw my backpack on the couch and headed straight to bed. 3 - How Did You Get My Number? ? Will you ride this sinking ship with me? ? Will you climb aboard ? Knowing that we¡¯ll drown ? In the middle of the deep deep blue ? We¡¯ll be Romeo & Juliet ? Down in the big unknown ? Will you ride this sinking ship with me? My alarm rang, blasting out pH¡¯s Sinking Ship. I laid there, in bed with my crimpled up clothes that I didn¡¯t bother changing out of. I felt my mouth sink of morning breath and built up grim from not brushing my teeth. My hair was greasy and my skin, oily. Some say stubbles make a man look hotter but mine makes me look like a teenager in the middle of puberty. Feeling gross and filthy, I just listened to my alarm play. I had these few days off but I had forgotten to turn off my alarm. However, I had gone to sleep fairly early so waking up now didn¡¯t seem so bad. In my cracked morning voice, I sang with the chorus of the song. It¡¯s one of the OST songs for How To Lie, a book turned movie that''s currently promoting even though they''re still in post production. The bestselling book was about a girl¡¯s double life as an underground assassin. There was action, there was romance, and there was comedy. However, the reason why I fell in love with the novel was because I felt that I could relate to her. A girl with a big heart, but unfortunately, that heart held nothing inside it. ?D-?D-?D-?D-?D-?D-? ?D-?D-?D-?D-?D-?D-? My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was Eric, my manager. ¡°Hello?¡± ¡°How was your first day of break?¡± ¡°I almost died.¡± ¡°I know, I know, you¡¯ve been working a lot lately. Take a break. I¡¯ve got a new project for Dawn Front for when you come back.¡± And with that, Eric hung up. Eric probably thought I meant the incident where an overhead lamp almost fell on me. Sadly he didn¡¯t know that that brush of death made me want to pursue it.Stolen novel; please report. I suddenly sat up on my bed, frantic as I realized I had forgotten to get her number! While as I was wallowing in despair, my phone once again rang out. It was one of the other band members, Shil. ¡°Hello?¡± ¡°SEPH!!! We¡¯re going out for a drink later tonight. Are you coming?¡± I swear his name should just be Shrill since that¡¯s what his voice sounds like all the time. It¡¯s a mystery how his singing voice is so touchingly deep. ¡°No. I need to be in my tip top shape tomorrow.¡± ¡°OH LA LA. Someone got a date?¡± Shil teased. ¡°Yes. Don¡¯t get in my way. Tell the others not to call me unless it¡¯s an emergency.¡± With that, I hung up. Soon, a text came my way. ¡º Name, pic, and we better get the details on how you met, how the date went, and if you¡¯re official when you get back from break! ¡» I chuckled but my mood turned down. How we met¡­ I sighed again. I decided to put that problem away for some other time. Ding. Another text came in. ¡º Lanjin Tower, Noon. Lavender rose tea with crystal pearls. no sweetness. no milk. ¡» Confused, I looked at the name of the sender ¨C Vivian Oang. Who? I couldn¡¯t place a face to the name even though I¡¯m usually so good at it. It was quite obvious I had met this person before otherwise, how else would I have their name saved in my contacts list. As I was trying to put a face to the name, another text came. ¡º Wear dog ears. ¡» My eyes widen in shock as I realized SHE was called Vivian. Excited, I texted back. ¡º I¡¯m Seph Young. ¡» Immediately, my phone rang out and what I saw shocked my heart. ¡ºI know. Seph Young Heir to NIN Inc Born to Ru Young and Tes Pan Oldest of 3 children. Lead vocal of Dawn Front Struggling with depression ¡» I¡­ didn¡¯t know what to feel when I read all that. She knew me? But how much did she know? All she said were information that was already released online. A range of emotions flooded within me. Disappointment, anger, fear, hope, and happiness. Disappointed. Because now I know she already had an impression of me. Anger. If she knew that much about me, she must either be a fan or cared enough some way or somehow to do research on me. Is that why her eyes always seems like they knew everything? Because she thought she did? Fear. I had begun to like her. But how we met¡­ Hope. She¡¯s still talking to me. Happiness. She still gave me a chance. To be her pet but still, I¡¯ll be close to her. Ding. Another text interrupted my emotional tornado. ¡º Even if you google me, you won¡¯t find anything. ¡» I let out a sigh again. I wonder if she knew all the things running through my head right now. ¡º How did you get my number? ¡» ¡º While you were having your moment yesterday, I took your phone and entered my number. Knew you were too out of it to remember to ask for it. Still didn¡¯t even notice I changed your wallpaper huh. ¡» I hurriedly went to my home screen. Sure enough, there was a selfie of her with the brightly lit city behind her. The candle light gave her a soft glow while the city light gave her a cheerful vibe. I ran my thumb over her cheek. With a smile that even I knew looked silly, I replied. ¡º You¡¯re beautiful. ¡» ¡º I know. ¡» Laughing at her self-confidence, I got out of bed to groom myself into a squeaky clean pet for tomorrow¡¯s ¡°walk¡±. 4 - Garden Of Thoughts Lanjin Tower is one of the city¡¯s most iconic structures. Imagine the oriental pagodas but big enough to cover nine gridline blocks of land and 30 stories high, made of silver and crystal clear glass. It¡¯s a wonder how their anti-glare coatings keep the tower from blinding others but at the same time maintain its high definition shine. Lanjin Tower has 4 points of entry. East connects the tower to the city¡¯s biggest park, Lanjin Central. West connects to the heart of Lanjin City. South connects to Lanjin¡¯s central subway station. And finally North. At the north side entrance, tourists will often get tricked into thinking that they must¡¯ve taken the east side entrance. Once out of the tower, you¡¯d find yourself in a fairy tale like garden. The door entrance is surrounded with a large man-made pond with big white lotus flowers and an abundance of giant koi fish. In front, you find a sign with two arrows pointing the opposite directions. ¡û Go left and stay grounded. Go right and experience the sky.¡ú Both pathways will lead you to Lanjin Land, an amusement park with over 40 themed attractions. However, each path will give you a different experience. The left pathway will lead you through Fairyless Garden ¨C because the only thing the garden is missing are fairies. The right pathway will lead you to the Sky Bridge ¨C a clear see through bridge that ascends from Fairyless Garden. As you progress forward on the bridge, you find yourself going higher and higher, eventually surpassing the trees next to you. Truly not for the faint of heart. I was waiting under a cherry blossom tree. These soft tiny pink petals fell on top of me but I didn¡¯t mind. I was too anxious to care. 11:43 AM. 11:44 AM. 11:45 AM. Just because I knew that every time I looked at the time and it hadn¡¯t progressed much means that I could stop myself from doing it. Staring at the cherry blossom tree in front of me, I tried to resist that impulse to lift my phone up again. Just as I was about to give in, ¡°Lavender rose tea please,¡± I heard. I looked up and saw her staring at me with a slight smile. I gave her her drink and couldn¡¯t look away as I watched her drink the tea. With the light wind gently blowing soft pink petals all around her and softly landing on her light pink trench coat, I couldn¡¯t help but take out my camera to take some shots. I didn¡¯t know when but she had started posing in some shots, most likely to humor me. When I had realized what I was doing, I noticed she looked very natural in all of the shots. Does she have any experience in modeling? ¡°So! Garden or bridge?¡± she asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. ¡°To be honest, I¡¯m very afraid of heights. But wouldn¡¯t that be fun? Falling in love via the suspension bridge method?¡± She sounded very cheerful and casual but I couldn¡¯t help but feel that there was something wrong with that last sentence of hers. I didn¡¯t dwell on it much though. After all, my thoughts were very much on her. ¡°Let¡¯s¡­ go through Fairyless Garden,¡± I decided. ¡°The garden could use a fairy today.¡± However, as soon as I had said that, we both cringed with embarrassment. Laughing it off, we started our journey through the garden. ¡°So, what drink did you get?¡± she asked, looking at the blue liquid in my half empty cup. ¡°Blue rose. I quite like it.¡± ¡°OH! That¡¯s one of my favorites! You know I wasn¡¯t expecting you to get me tea from RosesNLavender. It¡¯s my absolute favorite tea shop so I¡¯ll have you know that you went up a few scores in my book.¡± ¡°Haha. I¡¯ve never heard of this place before but it was the only place within the area that I could find with lavender rose tea. But I¡¯m very glad for the discovery. I actually wouldn¡¯t mind drinking this every day.¡± ¡°Oh trust me hun, with me, you will. So, tell me something I can¡¯t google.¡± ¡°Uhhh¡­. Hm¡­. I¡­ huh¡­ What can¡¯t you google about me?¡± ¡°That¡¯s exactly what I¡¯m asking!¡±This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°Well¡­ I¡­¡± For some reason, I started panicking. Well, more like I had an identity crisis. I¡¯m turning 27 this year. I started my trainee days when I was 14 and then debuted at 15. For the first 5 years, Dawn Front was in rookie mode. We did what the agency told us to. We catered to our fans to become relevant. We worked hard and finally succeeded. Or at least I think we did? What defines success in the entertainment world? I know people who constantly appears on TV yet they only get paid just enough. I also know people who get constantly bashed by the public yet they still make a fortune. I truly think that Dawn Front has become a leader in the music industry though we may not be number one. But now what? We¡¯re approaching our 12th year anniversary and I feel like we¡¯ve just been lingering around the top. Our agency trusts us and gives us a fair amount of freedom. We can write our own songs and they¡¯ve actually been pretty good hits. I can see our fans¡¯ dedication and support. I don¡¯t want to make it sound like we¡¯re still begging for their support but at the same time I can¡¯t sound ungrateful and deny their efforts as without them there is no this. This experience, this life, this present. I love my life. But I¡¯ve also had enough. I don¡¯t know where they came from but they just won¡¯t go away. These demons, they scorn my friends, lash out at my band mates, laugh at my family, mock my therapist, loathe my fans, and worst of all, just wants me to die. However, as much as I blame m demons, I know, deep down in my heart, it¡¯s really me. I look down on my friends. I¡¯ve screamed in my heart so many times asking why is it they couldn¡¯t help me. Why is it that they can¡¯t understand the pain I¡¯m in? I know it¡¯s unreasonable to blame them for something they haven¡¯t experienced to understand. I know it is but I still can¡¯t help but feel that way. I¡¯ve also been giving attitude to my band mates recently. They know I¡¯m losing touch with reality. I know they¡¯ve been trying to help. We¡¯ve been band mates for over a decade. We¡¯ve lived together, trained together, performed together. We¡¯re brothers. We¡¯re family. At least, I want to consider us family. But there¡¯s always that voice that says ¡°Yes, you¡¯ve LIVED together, TRAINED together, PREFORMED together. As in PAST TENSE. You¡¯ve grown. You¡¯re nearing your 30s and it¡¯s time for them to have real families of their own¡±. I want so badly to accept their help but all I can think about is how we¡¯ll someday drift apart, barely remaining as friends. When I just think of how they¡¯ll disappear from my life, I just get so mad. Mad them for leaving. Mad at me for slowly pushing them away. Though they aren¡¯t the only people I¡¯ve been pushing away. My family has just been as concerned. However, they don¡¯t understand. They try but they still don¡¯t get it. My sister has tried to be supportive, but as a younger brother, I just feel awkward since our relationship was like cats and dogs. We love each other but we¡¯d never show it. I thought that a therapist would help. They always said a neutral third party view could do wonders. I don¡¯t even know what to say about this. Should I blame my therapist for not being good enough? But it¡¯s not just one, I¡¯ve been to many, giving each a fair three tries. I just can¡¯t help but think I¡¯m unfixable. With no where I can really turn, I put my demons in songs. I¡¯ve been trying to turn the demons into lyrics, hoping that the melodies can carry them away. But no matter how many demons I push out, many more are born. People praise my songs; many of them even being top hits. But no matter how much praises I get, I don¡¯t feel like it was enough. During our first few years, we spent them trying to gain and please the fans. After we had a stable fan base, I guess you could say our projected personality sort of became us. A half truth became a whole truth. It has never been a lie that people continue to grow and change. However, at least for me, this smiley happy-go-lucky person was never me. But now I can¡¯t stop smiling. The fans, they love my smile but I¡¯ve gotten so good at it, sometimes, they can¡¯t even tell the difference between a real one and a fake one. I love my fans. But some moments, I just want to ditch them all. Ditch all their expectations, their heavy love, and their burdensome support. How great would it be. To just leave. To just sleep. For the rest of my ¡°life¡±. * %p^$^l@#r%$#s&g^s#!!!! This loud obnoxious slurping noise yanked me out of my thoughts and I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned to my right and Vivian was happily slurping away at the last bit of her tea, oblivious to my shocked faced. She finished her drink and turned to me. ¡°10 minutes. It took me 10 minutes to finish this drink and you still haven¡¯t finished your long ass thought,¡± she said. ¡°Oh shit! Sor ¨C¡± ¡°So! You should have an answer by now. Tell me what I can¡¯t google about you,¡± she interrupted me, as if I hadn¡¯t started to apologize. ¡°I¡­" The wheels started to turn furiously inside my head. "... am 6 inches!¡± I blurted out, my face red like I was sunburnt. Vivian did a quick glance and retorted with a smirk, ¡°Well, we¡¯ll see about that.¡± We continued along the garden trail and came across the waterfall area. There was a small caf¨¦ nearby so we decided to stop there for lunch. It was a little-cottage-in-the-forest themed shop serving afternoon tea and sandwiches. I ordered a chicken BLT sandwich and she ordered a smoked salmon toast with avocado and goat cheese. We each got our own scone with rose jam and lemon curd and a pot of Darjeeling tea to share. As we waited for our food to arrive, Vivian looked me dead straight in the eyes and said with an eyebrow raised, ¡°Of all the things you could¡¯ve told me, you choose 6 inches?¡± 5 - Warning Alarms I raised an eyebrow in response. ¡°Would you like to verify the truth?¡± She laughed, nearly choking on her toast. ¡°And what qualifications do you meet that I¡¯ll need to do a verification in the first place?¡± ¡°I think the fact that you¡¯re still here, laughing at me, speaks volume.¡± ¡°What if I¡¯m just here for the food?¡± ¡°Who said a sausage isn¡¯t food?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never been a big breakfast-in-bed person. Are you able to change that?¡± ¡°I¡¯m up for a challenge.¡± ¡°Looking forward to it~¡± After finish our food, we left the garden and went to the movies.
¡°No matter what I do, why can¡¯t I gain your heart?!¡± ¡°HA! No matter what you do? Well what did you do? Sleep with other women? Have your mother make life harder for me? Never stand on my side? Challenge my authority? TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID! And you still have the face to ask why you can¡¯t gain my heart. When have you ever even worked at getting it? I can¡¯t find a single good thing from you! Let¡¯s get something straight. You¡¯re the one courting me but I can live life just fine without you. From now on, don¡¯t show up in front of me again. I thought we could be friends. I¡¯ve told you again and again that I will not love you nor will I be with you and you said you¡¯ve accepted that but it¡¯s clear you didn¡¯t. I don¡¯t have any more time to waste on trash like you.¡± ¡°You ¨C !¡± ¡°He is better than you, in mind, body, and soul. He only has me in his life. He would give me everything in his life. He not only cleans up my messes but also help creates them. I am second to nothing and no one. What you can give me, he can give more. What you can¡¯t give me, he could still give me, and then some!¡±
I felt chill in my spine and looked over at her. Vivian¡¯s eyes were cold. I could tell the female protagonist in the movie resonated with her. Vivian felt her anger. This Vivian felt so strange. To the point that I¡¯ve become a little scared. Scared of her.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. After the movie ended we took a stroll back to her house. It was a very long walk, most of which was done in unbearable silence. While walking, Vivian felt normal? But there¡¯s still this tiny voice in the back of my head that says be very weary of her. I¡¯m still interested in her. But I can¡¯t deny that moment of fear that I felt. ¡°Hello~ Are you finished thinking yet? I mean I¡¯m all for a mindless stroll but you look like you want to say something.¡± I swear she has this uncanny ability to snap me out of my thoughts so effectively. Faking a smile, ¡°Yeah. No. It¡¯s nothing. What did you think of the movie?¡± I could tell she wasn¡¯t buying the smile, but she didn¡¯t chase that topic either. ¡°I fucking hated that guy. I¡¯m all for the protagonist. Claiming to love her when his every move was to hinder her. I mean it might be the ancient era but still! Ugh! Can¡¯t get over it. I mean seriously. Harem? That¡¯s just a fancy word for a man¡¯s personal whore house. Concubine? That¡¯s just a fancy word for a man¡¯s whore. I mean I get it. Not every concubine had a choice. It¡¯s the ones who scheme their way into a man¡¯s bed I hate. But I hate the men even more. They devalued women and made them whores. A woman obeys her father, husband, and son? Without a woman there will be no father, husband, or son. These so called superior males were born from women. Half of their being came from their mothers who are women. You call women as things not fit to be a human yet you¡¯re descended from that which you¡¯ve mocked. Some scholars they are if they can¡¯t even see that. And I mean I get that women were taught to be subservient. But still! If they all banded with one another and didn¡¯t tear each other down, didn¡¯t scheme against each other, they would¡¯ve progressed so much more. Without women there would be no descendants. If the women steeled their hearts and refused the men, refused their child, kill all those born out of rape, the men would have no choice but to listen to the women. After all, they would be dying out. But women are humans. And being humans have faults.¡± ¡°¡­ Well I mean that¡¯s one way to see it¡­¡± The fear somehow came back. I could somehow see her point but something just felt wrong? Before I could fully dissect her words, we¡¯ve reached her home. ¡°Are you coming in?¡± I hesitated as I stared at her standing at the door, holding it open for me. It was one of those moments where my dead heart was beating again. I wanted to get to know her more. But there were also red alarms going off in my mind. But of course, I silenced them. I mean, after all, I was prepared to die. I was going to die. What¡¯s the difference between killing myself and her killing me? Oh right, there was a difference. I¡¯ll die lonely and in darkness if I kill myself. But if she kills me, at least I¡¯ll die not feeling so empty. ¡°Of course,¡± I smirked. ¡°We still have a verification to do~¡±