The Dark Silhouette のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The evening wind, calmness, and tranquility wiped away all the chaos that had been filling my mind for the preceding few days. It felt as though I had been granted a second opportunity at life, a new beginning, akin to that of a newborn kid. I'd always wanted to feel that way for so long, and that night was a very captivating time for me to begin with. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the breeze brush against my skin as I relived all the horrific events that had occurred. My soul's peace was eventually lost in a couple of seconds. All the turmoil and pandemonium that seemed to escape for a time reappeared in an instant. Tears rush down my cheeks as I feel my body shudder as a dreadful understanding dawns on me. It feels as if every second of my existence has been squandered, and as if the sense of despair and worry has taken over the little strand of sanity that exists for me as it pours through my veins and fills my spirit to the core. "It can't be..

Unknown POV I stood there watching the couple walk out of the restaurant hand in hand. Just by looking at their faces, I can tell they're delighted. They continued to converse for a while longer before getting into their car and driving away. I started my engine and drove, a grim scowl written all over my face, anxious to catch up with them. We arrived at the apartment, and I can see from the car window how the couple gives each other sweet and lingering kisses. They both chuckled as the woman said something to the man. The woman gave the man a warm embrace, and the man hugged back. She then opened the car door and waved to the man as he drove away, before proceeding to the apartment door. She pushed the door open and groped for the light switch. Her apartment's first level was well-lit. She slammed the door shut behind her. I stayed there for an hour or so, not knowing how long I was there. I absolutely lost count of time simply by s

Athena's POV The table setup was truly romantic. The roasted chicken is in the center, with both the vegetable salad and baked potatoes on the side. I reached into the minibar for a bottle of Crimson Chardonnay and strategically placed it on the table. This was my favorite wine for many years, and I hand-picked them when I went to France on a business trip paid for by the company I work for as an author. I am not a typical heavy drinker, but I believed I would need something to settle my nerves when the world is spinning out of control. I smiled as I inspected the table with satisfaction. Then I glanced at the wall clock and realized I still had 20 minutes till Cloud arrived up for our dinner. After a difficult and grueling day, I made the choice that there was still plenty of time to recharge and refresh. I began humming as I went upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed my towel, then entered the bathroom located in my bedroom. Because it was suc

Unknown POV When I entered the basement, I unearthed all of my collections in glass jars that had been soaked in a soluble solution to keep them from decaying. Each jar has its name emblazoned on it so that it can easily be identified. I opened another empty jar and poured a diluted solution into it, almost completely filling the glass. Then I opened the fridge and took out a resealable plastic bag that I had placed there the night before. I put on my hand gloves and opened the plastic back to take the thing out from the inside. I tilted it up against my face to get a better look at it, then breathed its exquisite scent. I entered the window and started to notice the bright, full moon shining above me. I looked down at what I was holding, which glistened in the moonlight with its shimmery, scarlet composition — the heart. I sighed contentedly and returned to my glass jar collection. I then carefully placed the

Megan's POV I was horrified as I glanced at the attractive man at our cafeteria door. He resembles an angel who has descended from heaven. The main difference is that he appears to lack wings. And he looks brand new in this environment, like a fresh kill. Oops. Perhaps a recently hired employee from our company? I could not recall the last time I spent time with a man. When he began to speak in a frigid, baritone voice, I have become determined to strike up a conversation with the new man. "Why haven't you responded to any of my calls or texts?" Confounded, I started to look at the person he was asking and realized it was Athena. Wait, what? "Could it be because I am in the middle of my work?" replied Athena, rolling her eyes. "Even so! Have you understood how much fear I have had to endure simply to find out if you are totally safe and sound?" he answered. "Well, isn't it possible to call bac