I kept the lights dimmed. I left Tom siting on the couch and left to the bathroom to look for some antiseptics and bandage. I brought a bowl of water along with the first aid kit and put them on the table. Then I sat next to Tom and took his hand to wash the wound.
Tom was gazing at me intensively but didn’t say a word. I was trying to ignore him and continued treating him. I raised his palm a bit and dried it gently with a towel leaving the knuckles. I took out a sterile gauze and soaked it in saline solution.
That night was truly sleepless… for me. Tom slept like a baby, lying on my couch. I even brought him a warm blanket.My heart was pounding for at least an hour after he kissed me, after I cooled down, it only got worse – my mind activated.“Oh my God! I didn’t push him away! Why didn’t I push him away?! Far more than that… I kissed him back! He’s an amazi
Tom looked at me with a serious expression. He seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t understand the reason.“Simon is my friend…” I started.
On my way back from Luna Café I saw Tom getting in the cab just outside our building. He was carrying a small luggage and a suit cover.“Tom!” I called and waved my hand. He looked my way with a serious expression and got in the car without a word. “Ana, what did you expect? For him to wave back or say where is he going? For real?” I thought while standing on the street with my hand still held up. Then I watched
I went out on the balcony with a glass of wine in my hand. I spent there about an hour starring at the sky like I was looking for some written in the stars answers.It took me a while before I was able to think straight and get to some reasonable conclusion. Although it wasn’t clear if it was my common sense or curiosity speaking… Nevertheless, I figured I should restrain my paranoia, and base only on facts.First, no one knew tha
I closed the door of my apartment and looked around.There were clothes and some underwear laying basically everywhere. I found one rolled up dirty sock… couldn't find the other one, and a bra, that I chose not to wear just before leaving the other day. I also could find empty snack packages under the table. It was a huge mess.I started cleaning it all in panic. I grabbed most of the clothes and threw them to the bedroom closet, kickin
Next morning, I got up with an immense surge of energy, and was ready to give one more shot in searching for Wang Jian’s surroundings.I turned on my computer and began by entering the blogger’s site but some an error occurred... I refreshed the site couple of times without any results.“404 Not found… It’s like the whole blog no longer exists!” it got me genuinely dissatisfied.
I walked around the room about 30 times. I became absolutely frantic.“What should I do?! What should I do?! WHAT SHOULD I DO?!” my mind kept screaming.I couldn’t stop thinking about the probability that the person contacting me is actually the killer that I wrote about. On the other hand, it could be my one and only chance to get some useful information but how could I take such a risk?
Strange voices started to pierce into my consciousness. None of them sounded familiar. I couldn’t divide any of the tones to understandable words. Slowly, I was able to recognize that they were male voices. I heard some laughter, then a hectic conversation in an incomprehensible language. After some time I realized that it might be Chinese, although, I didn’t change the fact that I wasn’t able to understand anything…Along with my slowly regaining consciousness I felt my body aching. I was restrained by my own muscles. It took a huge amount of strength to open my eyes and lift my head up.