Tears

"she was such a cute little cumber!"Melissa said...her face already damp and soaked in tears...the tears didn't stop flowing...there was a smile of satisfaction in her face... like she was happy Monica had rested in peace...well she didn't know for a certain how long she'd been in the darkness of her memory loss but she could feel that countless decades had passed and she suddenly missed the girl...she hadn't really fulfilled her promise and the thought of that made her sink into the bed .. pulled her pillow and sobbed against it... Allen was thrown back...he moved further into the bed and started rubbing her back

how did she remember with just the death of her? he hadn't even called her name...was she able to remember because the part of her that loved Monica so much was still sensitive?... coming to think of it...she was able to fix puzzles as long as there seemed to be two sides to the coin...love and pain! she loved Monica so the pain of this denting news destroyed her to her core that her memories of the lady was forced back into her consciousness...was that what happened with him? did she care for him to an extent that's why she got hurt seeing him and remembering he was the cause of her plight?

He suddenly felt a squeeze and pull in his chest...his heart was been squeezed and pulled out into his teeth that he subconsciously clutched his chest with his free hand...'he was the cause of her plight' this sentence echoed over and over again in his head...if only he hadn't interfered with her mindless game...she was perhaps bored that she had to torture that Bianca...that God forsaken Bianca...why had he interfered?...she lost herself.!..this damsel had lost alot as a result....he wanted to leave...he didn't feel worthy of even consoling her...he retreated his hands but to his shock.... Melissa got up swiftly and fell into his arms... wrapping her hands around his neck and crying...she moved her hands and clutched his godly regalia and buried her face in his chest...her tears were hot on his skin that it felt like he'd been thrown into hell fire...his guilt skyrocketed but he couldn't leave...he was glued to that spot

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In Mariposa

king luscious was motionless on his bed...he was staring into the ceiling like it was his enemy...his eyes were blazing ember....but this was to the deathreament of himself...he was exuding such a dangerous aura...a power he didn't even possess..... luscious walked and sat by his bedside...he was scared to the bone at the sight of this powerless powerful lord but he had to approach notwithstanding... knowing he is an ally

"my lord...!"he called out...he stood back on his feet... straightened up and cleared his throat...."my lor...."he was caught off guard...he was pushed to the wall by such strong fists...he wanted to winch and cower to his feet but he wasn't given the opportunity...he was lifted up the rusty curtained metal wall .... Philip's fist balled around his collar ...his eyes were like ember was shooting out of it as he glared through those eyes at him

"don't call me luscious...."was all he said... gritting his teeth and for the first time the Lord's fangs were in view...they were silver shinny arrows and luscious immediately looked away in fright...he felt goosebumps freeze his soul he felt numb ....a hysterical laughter suddenly echoed around the room and shook it that luscious prayed he didn't reach out to this lord...why was he laughing all of a sudden? like the lunatic he'd become? well was still becoming... before luscious could even properly process what it was that was going on...he was dropped back to his feet and although his legs were quaking...he stood on them like the prince he was...but the lord was on his knees...his fingers buried in his hair.... pulling and tugging them... luscious didn't move a muscle...he just stood there watching the Lord's back and then...

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. ahhhhhh!!!"came the cry...the most agonizing thunder he'd ever heard....all luscious could do was pray that one day...soon...! these cries would come to an end...he wasn't only concerned about the Lord's well being...he was scared for his life too.

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