Todos os capítulos de The Dark Silhouette: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Athena's POV I went upstairs and entered my bathroom right off the bat. I started to turn on the heater and took a shower in the desperate hope of soothing my disturbing thoughts and nerves. I closed my eyes tightly, inclined to relish the warmth of the water on my skin. The sight of the man with a stolen heart continues to haunt me. I absolutely cannot fathom how anyone could bear inflicting that monstrosity on him and Janet. That's when I started to hear something. I blinked my eyes open and ended up turning off the heater. I listened carefully, having trouble remembering whether I had securely double-locked my front door. I glanced up as the light in my bathroom started to flicker while I was thinking so hard. I remembered the man from the crime scene, and just thinking about him sends chills down my spine. I heard the doorknob of my bathroom twist an

Unknown POV I have had a very sentimental soul. I discover it difficult to separate myself from comparatively tiny things that can make my heart skip a beat. I am always desperately trying to cling to flashbacks, glimpses, and extremely valuable moments and aspects. I happened to miss coming home from school with my wired headphones on, trying to make up contexts in my head as if they were actually the truth. How I genuinely wish I could just go back to the pastor's shops and purchase my sandwich fixings. I have missed the tranquility, the vibe, and the contentment it tends to bring — I really enjoy solo strolls, and being alone makes me feel great even more. When I take a stroll by myself on pavements or roadways with a picturesque view while wearing earphones and trying to look up to the sky as a hopeful pragmatist, I often seem to be an overly dramatic individual. And that is how affectionate I am. I am easily connected to small, multifaceted, and

Cloud's POV I was staring grumpily at the chief of police as he began smoking his cancer stick outside the precinct, while Athena and I were exhausted and have only ever taken turns taking a nap for a few minutes. Last night, Athena prepared a dazzling dinner for the two of us and voiced her happiness and contentment with our relationship. But when she mentioned how grateful she was for the letter I gave her, I was both completely baffled and appalled, because I swear I have not ever given her any. We slowly walked to our bedroom hand in hand, wanting to locate the letter she had discovered on the bedside table. It was, indeed, there. And, judging by the elegance of the writing style, I can easily vouch for the fact that it certainly did not come from me. I have had poor writing skills ever since I was a child. Furthermore, there is no signature or my name written on the letter. Athena must have assumed it was from me because the letter

Athena's POV Cloud and I successfully completed our dinner just a few minutes ago. I termed it a success to illustrate how it nearly made the unimaginable possible. It was Cloud's first time cooking a very meticulous dish, and regardless of the fact that he volunteered to do it a few months earlier, I have not ever let him do the honor for the sheer terror of him causing a fire and creating a massive atomic blast in the kitchen. But today, I finally gave him the go-ahead, with the heartfelt optimism and anticipation that he will survive his first-ever hands-on with me, as his personal chef. We managed to eat a quick and easy scrambled egg earlier as we went home and immediately fell into a deep slumber after the previous night's disturbance and being sleep-deprived at the nearby police station. The reason we woke up in the middle of the afternoon, coming to the realization that we had missed out on lunch because we were so completely immers

Cloud's POV I was strolling around the shopping center when I happened to come across a well-known jewelry store. After moments of battling with my thoughts, I tactfully decided to open the sliding glass door and noticed a few people inside. I can indeed tell how glamorous the place was just by glancing at it. Mirrors engulf the four corners of the wall, creating exquisite intensity to the cozy ambiance. It has a stylish conceptual model that exemplifies the sophistication and ingenuity of the space, continuing to make it more extravagant. The ceiling was also adorned with mirrors, which encapsulate the ephemeral LED light meticulously boarded up through the mirrors themselves. Their flooring is intricately polished and has a glossy sheen that transmits light, highlighting the subtleties of the innate stone's crystalline structure. Its sleek appearance is lush in hue and radiates artistry, attempting to create a perspective for the interior.