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I am here, inside my apartment—having peace of mind together with Taddeio. I can only recall what Taddeio said when I was on the verge of jumping. I don't know how it affected me, but the only thing that I realized was that it gave me a reason to stop what I was about to do. Taddeio, you are truly my savior and I cannot afford to lose you. I'll do everything that I'm capable and eligible of doing just to make sure that you stay by my side, no matter what. This is my oath, not a promise. A hand touched my heart when I felt a kiss on the back of my head. I want to control the time and halt this moment, just purely affection between us two. Surely, this was not the only time that he was like this, but this is the instance that I appreciated him being on my side. I don't know what to do now, Taddeio. My thoughts... I can't control them; they are so messed up inside my mind. I have no idea what to prioritize first: revealing the secrets of this building; my studies; or my feelings and the t
Night had passed and there were no signs of Taddeio. I went to school without having much sleep as I was concerned about his whereabouts. Several hours had flown by and still, he did not contact me. I know that I should not be worried, but I can't stop myself from feeling this way. Sighs. This is why I'm anxious about having someone that I'm comfortable with, because I know that in the future, this will happen. And I'm not wrong about that. It happened. I have doubts not only about Taddeio, but also about myself. You only knew him for less than a month, Merchaiass, and you put your trust in him. This is not you. Perhaps my soul has been switched. Huh. Now you know how to joke this time. I am now sitting under the tree at the back of my department building. I have classes today, but I'm not looking forward to them. I am fed up with everything that has happened in my life now. Do I deserve to undergo this kind of suffering? Is this my punishment all along? To be forgotten and easily dece
After I left the house, I was silently wandering in the streets and yearning for Taddeio to show up—saying that he was fine and there was no need to make a fuss about it. I look like a person who has lost a family member as my shoulders are sagging and my head is not facing forward and I just let it linger below. I have no idea what to do to stop thinking that he's not well and he's stuck somewhere completely off the radar. I can feel the waft of the wind that appears to have hands and arms—embracing my whole body and warming it. I looked at the front and someone caught my attention. The guy was wearing all-black clothing and paired it with a black cap. He looks like a typical snatcher or kidnapper. He couldn't stay at his place and wandered around the side of the street. Does this guy have a bigger problem than mine? My heart began to race when he started walking in my direction. I didn't want to assume that he was looking at me, but he stared as if he knew everything about my life. I
I was brought to consciousness when I felt a decisive splash of water thrown right in my face. I could feel my body responding to it and I was still catching my breath. One by one, all of my senses got back, but I can barely see things and my hearing isn't good either—probably because the water got in. Because of the combined force of these intense events, I can feel my lips quiver. No, my entire body. I slowly tilted my head to see who did it. I cannot see his face as he's hiding behind a mask, but I can see his lips turning into a grin when he sees how mad I am. I can tell by its physique that it is a man. He moved his feet and started walking towards me. When he's satisfied with the distance between us, he stops and pulls my hair back, which leaves me to look up. Even though it hurts, I can't feel it anymore. My body went into the highest stage of numbness earlier, and I did not know what to do to feel the pain. He pulled it back harder to the extent that I could hear the cracks in
"It's because of you! Your existence!" He shouted while he pointed his finger at me. I can tell by his actions that he hated my presence, but I don't know why. I don't know him nor have I had any interaction with him aside from the bus earlier. I'm not sure if it is him, but he's the one that brought me here to this stinky, dark place. I hate this. "Why? You didn't even know me, nor did I know you. We are strangers and I can't remember that I happened to meet you before. And how did you know my name? What is the basis of your anger and rage towards me? Huh?" I was catching my breath when I blurted it out. "You're naive, Merchaiass. A fool and a weakling. You're just a lost rat in a tiger's den. Poor thing." He was swinging the katana when he said this. "And to answer your question, I know you but you don't know me. For the record, I'm just a spec that has been ordered to end your not-oh-so-precious life. Any last words, Merchaiass?" I can't find myself being surprised by the bom
I just keep on nuzzling Taddeio’s neck. I don’t know, but I got addicted to it. There’s something about his smell that attracts me, and at the same time, it’s comforting. We’re sitting on the couch and his arm is all over my shoulder, gently tapping it as I continue to sniff him. He’s humming too, but I do not seem to catch what the song is by just listening to the tune. I literally have no idea when we arrived at the studio because I’m stuck on what happened. I got abducted and nearly faced my death. I’m not in the right state of mind to notice where we are going and the time. I wanted to ask him how he knew where I was exactly. I am nervous about asking him about things because I know that I’m scared to hear every word that will come out of his mouth. It scares me to think that it will be happening again soon.“Taddeio,” I call him.He answered me with a hum and looked straight into my eyes.These eyes... they seem to be longing for something I can't place. It’s powerful and beautif
"Hello?"I was taken aback when I heard it again. That icy voice sends shivers down my spine every single time my ears catch the sound. It is my father."Hello?" He said it twice. I still vividly remember that before, when I was in middle school, it stopped at one, and he would end the call and never answer it again."P-pa…" A long silence is witnessed after that. No one dared to speak, and it’s starting to get awkward and threatening. One thing that my papa did when he was mad was to remain silent and never utter a word. I’m certain that he’s still mad at me.I cleared my throat first and then started talking again."Pa, how are you?""Why did you call?" I thought he wasn’t going to answer me. I feel somehow relieved that he’s still talking to me.It took minutes before I answered him."I have something to ask, Pa.""Ask about what? I thought you’d be independent as you have the balls to run away from this house without consulting me first." "Pa..." It's almost a whisper, and I bet
I gasped when I saw a bag of blood inside of the Styrofoam. I’m feeling nauseous and I don’t think I can accept the upcoming surprises that it can provide. It smells awful that it is circulating all around the room. With the small amount of courage left, I picked up a small note behind the packet. It had been smudged with blood. My left hand made a move, and it directly covered my mouth when I read the note. It’s not that much, but when you’ve been kidnapped once and someone tried to deplete your existence. You will understand me. What did I do to deserve this? Having someone threatening your life makes you think twice about whether to believe it or disregard the idea that someone has given you a death threat.“You will not last. You will not escape this hell. And if you will, I will exert my abilities to find you, even in the deepest part of the underground. Hide Merchaiass. As you will always do.” It was written in blood. I tried to scrutinize the sides and back of the note, but th