บททั้งหมดของ THE DEVIL'S TRAP: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

She felt heavy on her chest when he said he had a surprise for her. She handled all her thoughts of taking him out of his personal hell as an illusion she had created for herself in these past few days. Now the man standing before her was the real one she needed to deal with. Her inner self was shivering and shattered looking at him. The pressure on the flowers clenched when he walked towards her.“Are these flowers for me?” She nodded silently.“Why the dry ones?”“I... I....”“I wanted to show you, just like these flowers, our lives will wither, but what we left behind were the choices we made for ourselves. The choice to stay put, the choice to stay happy. The...” She stuttered.He received the flowers and turned to put them on the bar counter.“Do you think these stupid stories about flowers and life will fix me?” He smirked.“You think your stupid act of making me see humanity would help me fix my issues?”“Well... I think you are a fake person. Or should I say, a fake therapist

“Margarita Costello,” when this name echoed in Samson’s ears after getting a zap of shock on his face, it reminded him of something.The name Costello was enough to pull the memory into his mind, but his over-drunken body couldn’t sustain it anymore; he fell on the couch and slept.When the sun sets, he opens his eyes and senses the environment is different. The air was clear to breathe, but the finger pad was still in contact with the finished bottle sleeping on the ground. His heavy eyelids scanned the room with no sign of another living being.He sat up, and the sudden movement in the body could not uphold by the head; in return, a sharp pain shot through the mind, making him grab his hair in reaction.“Magot,” he called.She came running towards him.“Yes, master,”“Lemon water,” he whispered and rested his dizzy head back on the couch.The click-clack sound of her sandals left him alone in the room again to remind him of his last glimpse before he passed out. His eyes looked at t

Margarita fluttered her heavy lashes when the cloudy morning implied its presence with the whimper breeze. She closed her eyes again to regain the system as she was holding herself in hibernating. The habit of getting up and preparing to reach the destination was no more of a hassle. She sat up and rested against the bed frame and wondered how she landed in a position where she was sleeping on the ground. But then she remembered she had puked last night with excessive liquor and stress.She pulled her hair back and looked up at the white ceiling just like a new cloudy morning; her life was blank, and it was her choice to fill the colors of sorrow or happiness.She stayed neutral and immune to any emotion. She headed towards the bathroom to get her senses active in top gear and finished her morning business. Once done, she came out in her bathrobe and headed toward her closet, pulling out comfortable PJs and a t-shirt, but looking at the weather, she snuggled into a black hoodie she to

The silent strokes of gushing air against her skin gave her a glimmer of a memory lane. How much she loved to enjoy the rain with her family. And when it thunders, she snuggles in her daddy’s arm. A lamentable smile summoned on her lips, but the eyes never lied the ache she felt.“Do you think rain makes everyone sad?”Samson looked out. He had never had any passionate connection like her. Or maybe he was so busy never conceded these droplets of water could carry thousands of memories.“Why would you say that?”“Not sure, but it looks gloomy. These clouds, storm thunder,” she explained.“It is about perception. Miss. Costello,”Observing her name from his mouth brought her focus to him. She never thought he would call her by her last name. Her silent eyes didn’t know what more to expect from the person sitting next to her sharing the same couch. He was the one who gave her the hope of redemption, and he was the same one who took it away just like this storm; Her inside was cringing in

The evening sun glistered across the cloudy sky, and she saw someone calling her Jellybean. It was homely. It discerns that someone is calling from her home. She turned, and the man stood on his feet, covered with a big teddy bear and a bouquet. Her eyes flickered with happiness, and the next note was filled with joyful tears when he showed his face.That beautifully sculpted face and those mocha brown eyes smiling at her.“Brother,” she jumped in his arms like a seven-year-old girl.He outstretched his arms wide, caught her frame, and gave her the warmest hug she had missed for the past few months. More than expected, she snuggled herself into his warmth. He was her home, her safe place, and never in this world would she feel secure other than in his. The blissful breeze after the storm brought happiness into her life. Her tears turn into mute, happy sobs. He lifted her head and pecked a kiss to let her know he was there whenever she needed him. “Why are you crying?”She sobbed and w