At night, I sang a lullaby to Ginevra and she slept off peacefully. I went out, closing the door gently. I descended downstairs. Emiliano was in his room. I decided to take a walk. I went out, walking down the sidewalk. Few people passed me by, chatting or silently walking like me. I ambled for some minutes before deciding to sit down on a street bench. I sat down, and looked from side to side, recalling all the awful moments I experienced. The torture of being separated from the one I loved the most. Tears streamed down my cheeks. It honestly hurts. The constant pang that was left in my heart, not knowing if my beloved was okay or not. It was worst than the death of my parents. I held my chest as I cried bitterly. No amount of tears shed can ever take away the pain from my heart. “It’s okay, child,” I heard a frail voice of an old man. I turned to my side and he was seated right beside me. I shifted away. He had jet-black hair with stripes of faded white hair. His hazel eyes shimme

She got down from the bed and moved back to the wall, carefully staring at me and hugging herself. I stood up, taking a reluctant step toward her. She seems scared and I’m not ready to increase that.“D…don’t…don’t come close to me,” she warned, pointing a finger at me. I stopped in my tracks, hinting at her to calm down.“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, it’s me, I can explain,” I assured. She shook her head continuously.“Don’t come near me,” she uttered, pinning herself closer to the wall. “Emi, where are you? Please, save me,” she sobbed.“Just listen to me, Ginevra. Don’t be scared. I can explain. What do you want to know to confirm that it’s truly me?”She continued staring fearfully at me. I watched as she took a deep breath, calming herself down and gazing deeply at me. Her heavy breathing reduced.“Hmm! What was my favorite star's name?” she asked. I smiled.“Crescent moon,” I replied, taking a step toward her. “She shines the brightest because you view her as Luna, your l

~Anabel~The following day, I sat with Ginevra on her bed. She insisted I continue my story. I sighed and continued in flashback.***I was happy with my new family. The grandma and son won’t give a minute not to make me smile and even roll in the aisle sometimes. “Grandma, I’m off for hunting now!” Rocco announced, setting his hunting materials in his bag outside.“Okay, son, be careful,” the grandma cautioned. I went out to meet Rocco.“Hey, I want to go with you,” I said. He stood mute for a while, staring at me with a peal of held-back laughter. I looked confused at him.“Ha, ha, ha!” he burst out laughing. I scowled at him.“Why are you laughing?” I asked, cuffing him on the shoulder.“Um, uh, you are funny,” he continued laughing.“What’s funny in it?”“Ahem, look Anabel, hunting is not for women, it’s men’s job, so you can’t go with me,” he declared.“You think so?” I asked, pissed off, jerking his hunting gun from his hand. I aimed it at a flying bird.“Boom!” I

“It’s okay,” Ginevra sniffed, disengaging the hug. “Continue,” she urged. I smiled. She was so determined to hear all my stories. Who wouldn’t anyway?***After killing Tommaso, I decided to go to the city instead. I left the woods in the morning. I reached the town, I went to my grandma’s house, I couldn’t find Ginevra. I went to my old family house, I still couldn’t find her. I cried all day, I didn’t know how she was faring, what had happened to her after my death. Everything just overwhelmed me. After a few days of wallowing in self-pity, I composed myself. I went out, walking the street, holding Ginevra’s photo and asking a few people if they had seen her. No one claimed to have seen her. I was sad, my heart was heavy with the pain of losing my only sister. I sat down on a street bench, hugging Ginevra’s photo and crying bitterly.“Sienna?!” a lady exclaimed cheerfully, sitting beside me. She wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. I was confused. But then it dawned on me th

***It all started with the death of Miguel. After I returned home from the so-called cops' arrest, I went to work two days later. I was cheerfully returning home after capturing enough photos for my clients when a huge guy showed up in my front. I halted, staring at him from head to toe. I tightened my stare. I thought he was up for a fight, but no.“Who the hell are you?” I groaned. He looked back and another man stepped down from a black jeep behind the bad guy. He walked to us. I moved back, glaring even harder at him. He had a mob of unruly wavy hair. He had this aura of a devil that moves with him like a shadow. Though easy on the eyes, but devious. The first guy moved back, letting the second man stand two feet away from me. He glared into my eyes. My heart flew out of my chest. His eyes held enough villainous quality behind their beauty. His intense stare made me shiver from within. I couldn’t utter a word.“So, this is all there is to you,” he spoke out calmly, but his voice