ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

I thought she would drawn me into a tight hug. Hug, that would suffocate me with the tightness of her engulf that said she didn't wanted me to let her go. And I was ready to drawn myself into that suffocation.

She just turned her head. Away from me. Away from her only daughter. Away from her own only blood.

Away from any emotion. Not even a single tear was shed from my eyes.

I was like a hollow breeze. I was faceless.

And now after two years I was again numb, standing infront of the flower shop. My hands cold due the slight snow that started falling with the change of weather. My lips dry with the cold weather.

"Here ma'am " The shop keeper handed me white lilies bouquet.

Taking a cab I drove to my mom's grave in around fifteen minutes. My mind void with any mentation yet my body in an unease of anxiety.

Chapter 110