1 Chapter 1
The man's gaze was dark. The chill from his body is terrifying and the whole place filled with suffocating oppression. Hands traveled around her body.
They count.
Three, pairs of eyes look at her.
Two holds her legs open.
One bound her hands.
Zero. She was paralyzed while she trembled.
Her pair of eyes that look at him were full of fear and helplessness. It gives him the urges to do further than necessary.
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20**
It was evening time, inside his office, on a couch.
Two people are on a heated conversation of kisses. Moans echoed in the entire office. Sounds of clothes grinding were heard. Just by the sounds, you can guess what is happening inside the office.
Intoxicated with alcohol, the man dazedly looks at the girl in his arms. He sees the girl he once had. Images of her surfaced in his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, he thought, or maybe he missed her so much that he's having hallucinations. Either way, it felt good. If this is wrong he doesn't know.
The girl in his arms look at him with open intensity, her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. Instinctively she arched her body at him, offering her bared chest. She knows that he is drunk and wasn't in the right mind but she came here to take advantage of it.
If she could, why not right?
He took it with a long deliberate kiss that made her sweet, yielding sound, while her fingers simultaneously intertwined his hair. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a free, inhibited exchange of pleasure.
His hands traveled through her body, willing to be explored that she became hotly. He searched the body, looking for something he was familiar with. He found nothing.
He froze.
When he looks up at the girl, he clearly sees that it was not her. The man felt like someone poured cold water all over his body, he pushed the girl and walk out of distance. Grab his own hair in frustration, he needs to calm his nerves.
He paced the room back and forth, unable to do anything. He's kissing another girl. Guilt is eating him alive. He lost control. Why he doesn't know. Maybe because of the alcohol or maybe this is what he wants. Maybe because he missed her so much. Maybe because he finally found her.
He saw her. He looks at her. He wants to hold her.
But she didn't saw him. She didn't look at him. She didn't want him.
"Why did you stop?" the girl asks incredulously.
When he heard that vexing voice, he gritted his jaw in reflex, considering how he should shut her mouth. He wasn't mad at the girl, at best he doesn't even know that she's the one underneath him. He was mad at himself and this girl, happened to be a moron that he wants to take violence upon with, as an option.
He glared at her, indicating that she should shut her mouth.
"Did I do something not right? Are you not going to continue? I'm okay without… a… rubber…"
Even before the girl could finish her sentence, the man is already in front of her, imposing an aura that makes her cower in fear. He cornered her at the side of the couch near the side table where a rock of whiskey is sitting. He grabs the glass and smashes it within. It shuttered to pieces and making Him bleed.
Now the girl is silence. He then ignores her, making the girl question her existence. He looks at her viciously, daring her to move while minding his clothes. As he moved away from her before he do something he'll regret later on, he walks towards his table, reaching for the phone and he pressed the call button.
"Shin, now." he ended, he doesn't care if his assistant is in lunch now, he needed this girl gone and fired. He sits at swivel chair taking a breath and manage to lessen his rage over the girl.
For a long moment, only the gentle tapping of blood drops against the cold marble floor kept the silence at bay. The room was so still, you can't hear him breathe. The silence is unbearable, a deafening silence, the man liked it. But the girl took the liberty to ruined it for him, and clearly, the girl didn't know that and says her words,
"I... I'm so sorry," She said as she appeared on the man's line of sight and he slice a look, cutting through her, making the girl regret her life.
"Don't say a word." He hissed, "Don't even breathe, just die peacefully."
It gives the girl chill that runs down to her spine that she step back and ready to run away. Her boss is well known to be an intimidating, unpredictable and volatile person, with the exception of how good looking he is, the impact of experiencing it on first hand, is so much she couldn't handle it and making her eyes waters.
A knock saved the girl from his rage. It was Zu, the new training assistant. Shin is training this boy as his next assistant. The man frowned at Zu, not expecting him to be the one who will come.
Zu has only been in training for a half a month now, but he still can't get used to the way he looks. It feels like he can see through him, it was piercing but mysterious.
The odd thing is that he never saw any reaction to the boy. He called him a boy because of his petite and small body built. For a man, he looks like a girl. He has soft features if he to dress like a girl no one will question him.
"Mr. Co, Assistant Shin trust me with you." The boy said, Assistant Shin is on a date with his wife, this is the reason why Zu was hired because if Assistant Shin wants to have a family, he needs someone who will replace him for the position at Mr. Co.
"Whatever," The man decided "I need this girl out and fired before I ruined her life."
Zu looks at the stunned girl, and felt a bit pity for the girl's future but made no question at the man's decision.
Zu just sighed and agreed, "Yes, Mr. Co", then came inside to pick up the girl, who collapsed on her knees after what she had heard.
When they are gone and the silence becomes obvious, he reached for the bottle of whiskey and pour some on his glass. Drink it straight and pour again. He stands up to look out from the window that goes from the ceiling to floor. If you look at him now, you could see him as a calm and collected that even if his shirt is slightly undone he still looks compose and beautiful. Like nothing happened like she didn't even matter. Gone. Like she doesn't exist.
He looks at his hands that's full of blood and saw pieces of glass stuck between his thumb and forefinger, he removed it and blood came out. He clasped the wound, nothing happened for a moment. He tightened his grip and ground it with his thumb. Harder. He watched his wound spill the blood and feel the absence of pain.
On the side of his peripheral vision, he saw a memory of her standing with a boy in her arms that looks like he appeared. Abruptly, He turned away. He put the heels of his palms on the table, gripping its edge, standing still for a moment, then sharply, he swept his forearm across the table, a sudden, single movement that sent everything crashing on the floor.
If we don't end up together, I will stop myself from seeing you. If we won't be together in the end… will I stop myself from loving you?
With steady breathing, he leans his back towards the empty window, finding something that could help him stand. But his knees are weakened and let himself slide to the floor.
It was exhausting, living a life, pretending to be alive. Weariness enveloped his body, making Him abandoned his immaculate posture for a sap pose, drawing one knee up to his chest, and slinging an arm around it, balancing his wrist on the knee.
They say, a broken heart shatters into million pieces but there's no shattering; there's just this slow, painful fissure that forms straight down the middle. It was continuous.
It doesn't stop.
His heart keeps reminding him about the past.
It happened 6 years ago. With the sudden rain on a sunny day.
