The room smelled faintly of smoke and metal, Connel sat motionless, the skeletonized lighter balanced between his fingers.Ethan.The name has carved itself into his mind the moment he saw the handwriting. Ethan had written that note with the full knowledge that Connel would see it, recognize it and understand the message.This was certainly far from arrogance and recklessness. It was indeed a well planned move and a calculated one.He turned the lighter on his palm, it gears catching the lamplight in quicksilver flashes. Flick-flame- shut-repeat. The rhythm kept his hand steady while his thoughts ruffled.A mistake is only a mistake if you make it twice. The first time, it's a warning. His father's voice echoed in the back of his mind.Connel didn't believe in warnings.He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, the half crushed sobranie lying in the ashtray. He hadn't smoked one in five years. Tonight he didn't care for the burn on his lungs, only for the ritual of it. When it came to h
She stepped into the room where Connel sat, her voice steady and palms shaky.“I'd like to speak with you.”Connel turned towards his right as she stood there, the room held its breath. He didn't answer right away.He reached into his lower drawer and pulled out a slim, skeletonized lighter- complex, metallic like a vault guarded with gears. He tapped the body lightly and deliberately.Ariel recognized the lighter, it was the S.T Dupont complication lighter, rare as well as beautiful. She stood quietly admiring the beauty, the way the cap flipped open to reveal the flames.He slipped a slim black and gold case from his upper drawer that always seemed locked, the kind of indulgence a man like him didn't reach for often. With practiced ease he drew out a single cigarette - black paper, gold tipped. A sobranie black Russian.Ariel frowned. “You smoke?”Connel's lips curled faintly. “No. Not really.” He rolled the cigarette between his fingers. “Once a year or less. Call it a ritual.”She
Ariel's heart skipped a bit and then there was relief in her chest.“What am I meant to be looking at?” she asked confidently.“You sound so confident.” Connel chuckled but in a way that made his confession tower over hers.The confidence he showed overpowered the confidence Ariel carried. It made her think, she couldn't help the thoughts that ran through her mind while Connel smiled directly at her.“What if he actually knows? What if Watson actually told him? No! Watson can't tell him knowing it may connect to Ethan.” My thoughts ran round.Ariel smiled at her not because he knows what she's hiding or not but because he could sense the tension, fear, and anxiety in her eyes. He could tell she was hiding something even if he was bluffing she was falling for. He knew how wrong it was but if she had nothing to hide, her eyes shouldn't be glistening with fear.“This is my domain, my paradise, my crib. And you think I'll close my eyes while you dance in front of me?” Connel’s words cut i
Watson and Ariel turned towards the door, “Did you hear that?” Ariel asked.“Yes, it probably came from the hallway. I'll go check it out.” Watson said with a shiver in his voice. Ariel held on to his suit, “I'll come with you.”Ariel footsteps were swallowed by the silence as she crept behind Watson to the door, her eyes fixed on his shoulders. Watson grasped the door handle, his fingers wrapping it like a hold and pulled it open with a soft creak. A gleam of light beaming through the gap, casting shadows on the floor. The waves blended with the rustle of the curtains, he pushed the door wider and the night air spilled in mingling with stale air inside. As the door creaked open, a chill ran down Ariel's spine and the hair at the back of her neck standing on end. She strained her eyes to see what's behind the door as her heart pounded with the waves.“The door might have opened when the wind blew in.” Watson muttered as he glanced at the open window.Ariel nodded as she stood on a s
She nodded slowly and he smiled.“Good girl.”“Why stand there? Who's at the door?” A voice behind the door asked, reaching closer.“Good morning,Mr Blackwood.” Connel greeted as the door opened wider revealing Ariel's father.“Mr Wilder,” he said with a smile on his face. “Thank you for securing our house and refurbishing it.”“Sure, you don't have to thank me.” Connel responded coldly, “it was the least i could do.”The door swung fully open now, the soft clink of tea cups echoing in the background. Inside, her grandma and Elias sat around a table mid conversation.“Why don't you come in for a cup of tea?” Mr Blackwood offered, gesturing to Connel to come in. “Mmhnnn…” Ariel hummed. “We were just about…” she trailed off as Connel cut her short. “I don't mind.” Connel quickly replied, cutting her off as he stepped inside, brushing lightly past her.Ariel stood by the door, her fingers gripping the frame. She didn't follow immediately, something had shifted and she felt it.Connel w
Her heart skipped in a beat, she couldn't move It felt like her feets were glued to the floor.“I… I..” Ariel stuttered.Elias stared at her, contemplating if he had asked the right question. He wanted to take it back, at the same time he wanted to hear the answer.Ariel glanced at Elias but she didn't stop walking, she didn't look at him. She struggled to find the right words, she wished he had stayed, she wished everything could be different. The voice in her head screamed and questioned her. Ariel took in a deep breath, “I really can't say. Maybe things would've been different, we might have grown closer or further apart. Who knows?” She sighed heavily. “We just have to understand that things don't always work out the way we expect, life moves forward and we're where we are now.” She knew her answer wasn't just about his question, it was about her life. No matter how many times she asked and questioned herself; “what if it was all different?” She knew that nothing would go the w