My pupils shook as I shifted my confused eyes from him to the rifle in my trembling hands and grasped it.The rifle is not heavy at all in my hand. It is even lighter than the one gun I held that night in the club. Yet, unlike that night, it is not cold at all but warm, hot even.I am unsure if this is really the temperature of this gun or if it is just my perception of it because of my emotions. Nonetheless, as I held onto it, my heart started beating loudly to the point that I could hear it directly in my ears.What did he mean that this gun had an answer to my identity? How come... am I supposed to be familiar with it? This is seriously confusing me. All of it.“Are you telling me that I’ve used this before? Is that it?” I asked again, and it was such a wonder that despite my emotions being a mess, my voice didn’t crack or tremble.I didn’t look at his expression and only fixed my gaze on the gun as if looking at it for long will miraculously give the answer I wanted. Clive removes
The moment Clive embraced me, my mind suddenly became conflicted, as if it became split into two. The other side urged me to push the man, while the other wanted to melt in his arms.It seems after I met him, a new personality had suddenly awoken inside of me. My mind seems a bit in an argument against each other. However, what my body needed at that moment won.I didn’t push Clive and slowly leaned against him and put all of my weight on him. The exhaustion from remembering something gradually appeared in my mind, and I had no time to question my actions.Clive is very warm, and for some reason, a familiar feeling once again envelopes me. It’s not something only because of something like deja vu; it is something beyond that. As if I’m so used to being in his arms before.Despite what I was feeling at that time, something became clear to me. This man... I’m finally sure that I knew of him before. Were we in some kind of affair before? That’s why Zach hates him and the reason he didn’t
We only remain in that position for a few moments, neither of us saying anything. The way Clive clutched my hand tightly never loosened even for a second, and it somehow helped lessen the pain from my throbbing head.It is only my illusion, but still, it works, and having someone by my side made me feel like I’m not alone. It’s pretty ironic that I don’t trust the man, yet I’m comfortable being with him. I don't even know my feelings now.However, my circumstances are really preventing me from thinking too much. Whenever I did, it seemed someone was hammering on my head. It is so painful, but I still endure it, not letting myself succumb to darkness once more.I don’t know why I’m being stubborn as well, but I forced myself to stay awake. I don’t know how many moments have passed until the faint sound of the door opening reaches my ears.My eyes remained shut, even though I also wanted to know who entered the room. The only thing I could do at the moment was to listen."Master," a sof
In the end, Clive ordered for our breakfast to be delivered to my room. I’m okay with the breakfast in bed, but we’re now eating together in my bed.I look at him, slightly judging him. Even though Clive still appears sleep-deprived, he is clearly in a better mood. His bright expression almost blinded me at this point.Actually, I’m also somehow relieved, but still, I don’t want to admit that. I just want to set aside the stressful reality first, so I'm not willing to address the obvious change between us.“Can’t you eat in the dining room?” I commented while he was transferring the food from the trolley to the small table in front of me.“Why?” he smiles and arches his brows. “Is eating together more fun than eating alone?” he asks as if it is only natural that we eat together.“It’s already cramped,” I complain once more, although it is only nonsense. He only shakes his head with a grin and continues with what he is doing while ignoring me.So I have no choice but to stay silent; it
My mouth slightly opens, and I'm about to ask him what the appropriate word is for him to respond, but it feels as if something lump in my throat is preventing me from saying anything.What is it that is stopping me from asking Clive? I shake my head, and a wry smile appears on my lips. Do I really not know the answer? Of course, I have an idea, but I don’t want to think about it yet.I don’t want to ruin this deceivingly harmonious atmosphere around us, and if I can, I want to hold on to it for as long as I can.The silence shrouded us once more. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it gives the illusion that everything is fine. Why does it need to be fake if it feels so stable and secure?“Are you sleepy?” I ask after another moment of silence, my fingers playing with the covers. Actually, I’m so drowsy that I want to lie down and sleep again.Yet, I also don’t want to waste time sleeping again, even though I know it’s a side effect of the medicine. I still force myself to stay awake and tal
"Clive, who really are you?" Amidst the silence, I inquired as if it were random.I think it’s also random; it just came out of my mouth. However, I think it’s because I’m so curious and want to know him more. I feel like once i fully know him, the light of my past will expose itself to me.It sounds so ridiculous, but that’s really how I think at that moment."It depends. Who do you want me to be?" As his voice rang, I shifted my gaze to him. Like me, he is also looking at the green scenery in front of them.And when I glance at him, he turns and faces me as well. He still had his casual expression, however, and I can sense that there is something within.My brows furrow as I hear this question again. It comes from a different question, but it also means the same thing."Why can’t you just directly answer me? Is it hard?" I argued, although my voice was still low, and I emphasized my words to let him know I really didn’t like how he answered sometimes.Clive answers me and reveals th
I fall silent, and my mind repeats my words in my mind. What the heck, what did I say? Seriously, I just blurted that out from nowhere and even so naturally.Clive is also looking at me, although I can’t actually read his thoughts at all. Is he going to tease me for it? However, the man is still staring at me like his soul has left him, and I am so shocked by what I said.I gave a dry cough to try to get rid of the awkward feeling in the room caused by my loud mouth. Then I pretended to laugh as well."I mean, I’m just joking." I start with my reasoning, which is clearly that I’m not good at this and I don’t even know what I’m saying. But since I already started, I have to continue, right? In the first place, I’m the one who created this atmosphere."Are you the only one who could joke? Whatever, I’m going to sleep." And then I averted my gaze, turning my back to him, before shamelessly trying so hard to integrate myself into the mattress as if that would make me invincible.Shutting
I roam my eyes around after entering the underground training room, it’s still the same as when I first came here. The only thing that is different is my current mood, which was way too tense last time and has now begun to relax. And my relationship with Clive was far too tense before—although it’s still now, it has made such considerable progress that I can look around this room without worrying. I have the time to look at the variety of guns and weapons inside. I don’t know their names and have never seen them before, but for some reason, they actually feel so familiar to me. This doesn’t stump me anymore; after the last time, I no longer try to deny my connection with the underground world. It is a step for me to accept my real self, even though I don’t know if it’s a good thing. I can’t deny myself. I reach out and take one gun off the shelf and touch it curiously. It is different from the rifle I used last time. As I look at it, it feels as though I have an insight, which ra