I had a headache today. So I'm not sure what I have written there. Sure, I will come back to edit. Enjoy~
Sarah’s POV. "Henry! Henry! Come on over here! I say, gesturing beneath the table. Henry rushes towards my side. With his hair falling over his ears and his gloomy eyes are staring at me, he appears to be thirteen years old. He crawls down to the table, and I cover him with the table sheet. Wait, wait, wait. What's happening? Where am I now? These are memories from my childhood. But how? How did I return back at that time? I stare at my palms and ponder. Did I have time travel? My parents were never at home when I was a kid. And Henry always comes to my parent's house to hide his dad. I glance at the furnishings, and indeed, it is. All the old things remain the same. Everything is quite minimal and rusted. The doorbell shouts crazily, as usual, Mr. Lincoln - Henry's father is the one who smashes the button. Saying “I’m coming” then I open the door. In the elegant suit, he was drunk. His burned eyes meet mine when I’m busy thinking about how he ends up being a loser like this.
Henry’s POV. My heart skips a beat when I see Sarah. She is alive. She's still alive. Despite having my body restrained, I aim to get closer to her. I'd like to touch her. I want to make sure that this is not a dream. One buff man kicks my knee, forcing me to fall down to the ground. "Stay the fuck here, you son of the bitch," he rips out a growl. My mother stands in front of me, her face mute. As I look around, I realize this is the lab room for some shady research. Sarah looks at me, her eyes widening. Her body shivers as I scan her from head to toe. The cuts on her body are bleeding. And I feel as if the world is crumbling beneath my feet. What kind of feeling is this? It makes me choke. The feeling of being useless. "You…" Erik says, and his pupils widen in surprise. He moves closer to my mother in his wheelchair. Little by little. He recognizes something. I’m not sure about what’s wrong with him. But the way he stares at my mom is quite odd. As if they knew each ot
Sarah’s POV. I frown as I see that the bullet leaps from the trigger appear weird. It's more like a syringe piercing into his flesh. After all, he rolls his eyes and gradually goes into a dead faint. Mrs. Lincoln presses the red button on his wheelchair, causing the system to shut off. All his wolf-likeness becomes normal again and they don’t remember why they’re here in the first place. I unlock the tie for Henry, and his eyes lock on mine. He always acts like this. Like an asshole and professional playboy. Give me hope, then leave it at that. But I understand it. Because we’re in a different world. Perhaps one day I will gain my strength to tell him the truth that I need his help to save my mother. Still, I don’t know how to do it. Because I don’t know who I am in his heart. I’m his employee, I suppose. And that’s all. We return from combat. At last, I return to my room and lie on my cozy bed. I grab my go-to pajama top and head to the restroom. The poisoned story runs throu
Henry’s POV The snow is still falling even though today is the end of the year. I get into the car, and Jack drives me to the Starlight Sands Casino. This is the biggest deal of the year, so I have to go by myself. If I can sign this contract, my company will be able to trade on the Silk Road in the Asia Pacific region. So I need to win the game to sign the contract. This rule has been in effect for one hundred years. According to the initial arrangement, I can only bring one man along. So I went with Jack, as usual. In the car, I stare at Sarah through my phone. She appears dejected in front of the Chanel store. Does she want to purchase those clothes? I frown, looking at her for a while. I suppose she might go to meet Victor and report everything about me to him but not. As she moves, I put my phone in my pocket because we've arrived at the casino. "Here we are!" Jack raises his voice. As I walk out of the car, the chilly air brushes my skin, and snowflakes fall around me
Hello, my name is Sarah and I am a senior at Cascade High School in NYC. I am 18 years old. Today is supposed to be a special day for me, but to be honest, everything feels quite mundane. "And the champion is... SARAH RAVEN!!!" the host's voice booms through the microphone. My parents sit beside me in the stands, clapping with pride as my name is announced. Mom can't hold back her tears of joy, while Dad nudges me to go up to the stage. My classmates cheer and clap, a few girls looking envious. But despite all the excitement, I feel nothing. I make my way up to the stage and recite the thank you speech that Mom had prepared for me earlier in the day. I'm rewarded with $10,000 and a scholarship to study at Harvard University, courtesy of DC Company, one of the top companies in the field. My parents stand up and applaud while the sponsor places a garland around my neck, shakes my hand, and takes a picture. After school, I hang out with my best friend Mia in the schoolyard, but I stil
Sarah’s POV. Everyone in the club cheers and claps enthusiastically. I'm excited and stand up abruptly. Mia winks at me and I nod back at her. This is my chance! I step up to the stage and register my favorite song. It's a song that I wrote myself and saved up money to have someone arrange and compose the music. I send the beat and notes to the backup team, and it's finally ready to perform. This is the first time I sing in front of so many people. My hands shake as I grab a drink and chug it down in one gulp. I pour another glass and drink it to gain courage. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sarah Raven to perform her song 'Love on the Sand'." As I walk towards the stage, I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. I take a deep breath and remind myself that I belong there, that I have something to say, and that I'm not going to let anyone stop me. I close my eyes for a moment, and then I step onto the stage. The audience looks at me, waiting for me to start. I take anoth
Henry’s POV. As I watch Sarah's face light up with recognition, I can't help but feel a sense of relief. It's been so long since we last saw each other, and I wasn't sure if she would remember me. But she does, and I'm grateful for that. I smile warmly at her, taking in her features. I didn't recognize her until I paid close attention to her performance. She's grown up to be such a damn beautiful woman, and I can't help but feel drawn to her. Some so many men look at her in hunger as if they want to f*ck her after she goes down from the stage, and I swear I want to blow their heads off at once. "Guilty as charged," I reply, still smiling. "By the way, let's get out of this place, Sarah." I take her hand, and we walk outside. However, the air becomes awkward as she remains silent while I continue to hold her hand. I'm not one to talk much about myself, although I'm proud of what I've accomplished over the years. I bet Sarah would be shocked if she knew that her childhood friend is
Sarah’s POV. "I know it's tough," he says, trying to comfort me. "If you need a shoulder, I'm here for you." I feel his hand squeezing mine, and I can't help but feel a flicker of hope. I just told him half of the truth, another slice of the coin is the song I compose when I think about him. And he is the man I describe to him. Well, as soon as he speaks, I can feel my heart sinking. He didn't come back for long. It's like a confirmation of all the fears and doubts that have been gnawing at me for years. Even though I'm six years old at that time, I still never forget the feeling when we’ve been together. "Don't make me laugh, Henry. You've broken your promise." Yes, you did. You promised that we would become a couple when I grow up. But you disappeared. "We were just kids back then, Sarah," he says, and I can feel my emotions starting to get the better of me. I don't want to cry in front of him, but I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Before I can even proce