ROSE IN THE DARK

"Please, don't leave me." Alan laid on the floor, the palish blue hospital robe clinging to his slender frame. He lifted his head, revealing his delicate features and reddened eyes stained with tears, "Don't leave me, i beg of you, please." He sobbed deeply, his hands desperately clinging to a pair of fair, slender legs. Feeling unwilling to actually let go of the person, he held on, his grip tightening around the tender, smooth flesh - like as though it were his last saving grace. "Alan- Let go of me!!" - A feminine voice grunted in displeasure. The young lady scrunched her nose, feeling repulsed by Alan's constant refusal to come to terms with his truth - his new reality. The fact that he was no longer amongst the best, the fact that he had now fallen from his high place of fame and fortune - now desolate, impoverished and also not fit for the eyes. "Please, Abigail.... You can't leave me like this. You're everything I've got left." - Alan's voice cracked up, his tone filled wi

Alan froze, feeling absolutely bewildered he watched his sister's silhouette return to the table, ignoring him completely. She erased his presence with just one wave of her hands, his knees felt weak.....unable to support his thin, malnourished frame even though he had lost about thirty pounds.What had he done to make his family resent him this way?. Tears slipped down from his eyes, a bitter feeling rising in his heart. All this while, he never came home because he was worried about troubling his family with his numerous debts. He didn't want them worrying, so he never contacted them - He had hoped that they had felt the same for him, warmly longing for his return. He bit down his lower lip, sobbing hard. As it would seem now, they had never cared, they couldn't be bothered to care about an useless,extra weight like him. As always as it has been since his birth, he was still a burden.....a jinx, a child born at the expense of his twin. An ill omen . He gripped the hem of his clot

[Resentment meter is currently at : +100]Alan rolled his eyes subconsciously - There goes his chance to have a lovely, carefree day. His thin brows knitted with upmost displeasure, here he was stuck with an over pampered young master. A flimsy feud over an overpriced two piece clothing...... How else could his day go wrong?!. The saleslady stepped aside, keeping a small, yet safe distance away from the mannequin. Her buried head mirrored her fear, almost as if she was desperately trying to make her presence as small as possible. No one has ever provoked this young master and seen a good ending. She bit her trembling lips, her lashes fluttering with regret - There goes her chance of having a huge tip. Strands of hair fell down her face, the pinching feeling of being deprived such an enticing bonus, almost moved her to tears. "Excuse me." - Alan stepped forward, his left hand raised in a carelessly, relaxed manner. His cool, confidently firm voice attracted not only Dylan's irritate

" You ungrateful little twerp!!" Alan settled his calm eyes on the aged man sitting on one of the luxurious sofas, accompanied by two women. He blinked silently in confusion, his head tilting slightly to the side. "After all i've done raising you..... You still dared to commit such a crime, embezzling company funds." - The man heaved angrily, his tired eyes reddening in fury. "I never knew my Gu family would one day raise a white - eyed wolf and that it would be you of all people." He picked up another fine, porcelain tea cup, this time aiming for Alan's head. "I'd rather kill you now,than let you embarrass me anymore in the future!!" "Chairman Gu, don't be so reckless!!. You will only end up making the matter worse." - The older lady held the old man's hand, preventing him from hurling the porcelain cup at the still- perplexed Alan." Yes, Father..... brother might have fallen short in many ways, but he's still your son and the heir to Gu's group. You've got to keep your temper a

Wow!. How...... aesthetic. Alan placed the stack of files on the medium-sized desk. Stretching his arms out, he felt the smooth walls coldly pressed against his fingertips. He lowered his arms, staring at the small, poorly furnished space with an amused look. He let out a small laugh - All of these on such short notice..... their hospitality was truly heart- warming. It almost, literally moved him to tears. He walked over, taking a sit - At least they remembered the chair. For that, he was truly grateful. He picked up a file, calmly adjusting his tie with a practiced, professionalism.He only had less than a month to figure out the true culprit behind the billion dollar theft and time wasn't really on his side.ONE HOUR LATER........*What's it with these random numbers.....?. They're driving me insane.* He held his head, his elbows resting on his desk as he stared at the sprawled papers which happended to be his fifth file in a row.*It aches....it aches so bad. Reading these file