ATLAS’ POVI rush up to Christabel that is in the blood bleeding her life out. I feel a cold spasm on my feet as I gloat at her completely unconscious in the pull of her own blood. I bend down and grab her on the floor with her hands dangling whilst in my arms. Her blood drops mommy clothes and stains it. “Fuck!“ I growl and grasp her firmly. I wag my head in anger. I never knew she was going to do such or I wouldn’t have let her. I thought it was her usual empty threats of saying she can’t leave without me.Why in the first place would one want to kill herself because a man rejects her love? This is one of the reasons why I say love makes you weak and you tend to do things you won’t do with a clear head. I rush her to the car while still heaving in my arms. I pave her in the back seat while I rush up to the front driver seat and start the car. I drive out of the compound and match the accelerator with all my might. I grab the sleeves of my already stained white shirt and fold it

ATLAS’ POVMy eyes roll at my blood stained shirt while I stand outside at the corridor, ogling my eyes still trying to get a clear reason for christables actions. It's bewildering how someone can do such just for the sake of some seeking love. I have always said that love is for weaklings. Love is for those who do not know their worth and do not have things to do. Love is for those who do not have a purpose in life. Love should be a thing that is erased from the existence of life. There is nothing what do ever that is going to make me become such a weakling for some stupid emotions to the extent of wanting to kill myself because the person I supposedly love doesn’t reciprocate It.I have always locked that feeling far away from my heart and actually I don't have a heart so I don't even bother having the fear of ever falling in love. I lean my back on the wall and relax wholly with my hands placed in front of me. The doctors are taking care of her in the Ic unit. I glint my stare a

CELINE’S POVAtlas’ eyes flows its gaze on me as though there is something about my face that marvels him. His brows are firmly curved and his edges quite deepened. I have literally lost contact with my tongue. I can't articulate any sound talk more than a sentence. I am all numb as I watch him gape at me as though he wants to devour. The look in his dark eyes can pull the soul out of anyone. I am trying so hard not to cringe at his sight. I think my silence has made him lose his cool or rather patience. He pushes a step forward with eyes eyes lurking all over my body. I Joel tenaciously to the spot I am standing. I think it’s time for me to move backwards. My left leg leads the way. He continues coming closer to me whole I push myself backwards. I think I have met my end. I hit my back on the wall and spread my palms out. That doesn't stop him from coming even closer. I push down saliva as that’s the only thing I can do with my tongue, aid saliva down my throat. “I…. Ummm” I stut

TAIKA’S POV“Let go of me..” I whisper in a tender voice as I still looked at Atals. His eyes carried some flaking heat and his breath was has hot and boiling like the sulfur erupting from a volcano. “No..” he growls out with his husky voice. I didn’t know why I felt that way staring at him and listening to his voice. He draws even nearer than he already is. His lips very close to mine. My eyes was slowly closing spontaneously on its own. I tried keepi my them woke and opened but the energy tug came with locking it was very enormous that I could hold myself back. I could feel his lips almost lying on mine but my bones were all broken and my nerves were inactive. My brain was dead that I couldn’t do anything. You’d be right to say that I was dead in total. I pushed down saliva to reduce the tension and uneasy I felt. Chunks of sweat fill my forehead and my hands stuck to the wall as they were glued. “Leave and stop following me!” He snapped and my quickly flashed open. I stare at

CELINE’S POV“Who is it?“ I ask with a curious tone.There is a hit silence after the question is asked. Wrinkles form on my forehead with my right hand on my neck. “Hudson” his voice drops very calmly i it my ears. A trickish smile covers my face. I am not expecting any call from him. Since our encountered at the hospital, I haven’t set my eyes on him. I’m sure he didn’t come around because he doesn’t know our home. “Hudson. It’s been a while” I cheer out. I can hear the sharp huff that’s escaped his lips. “Yeah, I have been very busy . Though I went to the hospital some days back, I was told that Harley has been discharged.” He explains. “Yes, we were.” I coo and fondly my fingers and toes spontaneously. “So how is she now? I’m sure she’s okay” he said with a heavy voice. His voice surely matches with his masculine face and I don’t know if it’s my ears though, but he sounds even more husky and bass filled than usual. “So ummm I’m sorry that I didn’t call to check up”he says