Handkerchief In Head 소설 & 이야기

It looked beautiful. “Where do I have to sign?” He asked and the girl immediately handed him a yellow coloured handkerchief, saying, “Here, please.” “Eww, are you serious? You used it and it contains a lot of germs!” Her brother complained, eyeing her handkerchief. Hades stopped and looked at the girl. “What? It was pink! I always carry an extra handkerchief with me!” She fired back at her brother before looking back at Hades. Her eyes softened immediately, “He’s immature, doesn’t know where to talk appropriately. Please sign here!”

Her life had also been put in danger so many times before. Not to mention that she wasn’t even fully healed up until now. She still has amnesia, which can put her in a critical condition once someone triggers her memories. I gave my handkerchief to History and said, "Blow your nose there so that your nose will not become stuffy." I told him and he immediately accepted it. "Thank you, uncle." He mumbled softly and used my handkerchief to blow his nose. He breathed a sigh of relief and told me sadly, "It was fine already, uncle."

An asthmatic person won’t survive this jungle without vines. Hiraya pulled out her old dirty handkerchief from her old Louis Vuitton bag her aunt from abroad gave her many years ago and wiped her sweat roughly, and put it back to cover her nose that is full of acne. Disgusting as it may look, well, whatever. I don’t have tissues with me. It is a big waste of money. Tissues and handkerchiefs both do the same task.

And it hurts. "Tilt your head forward," he instructs. I hold the bloody handkerchief to my nose having been unable to stop the bleeding for over fifteen minutes. I cough some more when some of the blood drips down the back of my throat. I look at him funny. "Why? That'll just make it come out more."

I didn't want anyone to see the face of Alpha Alex's wife in such an unbecoming state. After a few steps, a handkerchief was thrust in my direction. Who was it? I didn't dare look. I kept my head lowered, ignoring the proffered handkerchief. In this day and age, who carried around handkerchiefs? I assumed it was an elderly person taking pity on me. I was about to continue on my way when unexpectedly, a hand caught mine and slipped the handkerchief into my grasp. A voice followed, "Take it. Wipe your tears. You should still look beautiful."

My head turned swiftly at the unexpected guest but didn't get the chance. A white handkerchief suddenly covered my nose and mouth.

I stood on my toes, searching for something, anything that told me I was at the right place. The answer I was got a hand wrapping around my neck and something soft clasping on my mouth, muffling my objections. It was a handkerchief. Someone was holding a handkerchief to my mouth and nose. There was something in it because I was being dragged inside and inside a tunnel until it was all darkness.

The butcher knife. I untied the fabric off my nose and wrapped it to the blood-soaked murder weapon. With its blade facing upwards, I hid it under my black hooded jacket and secured it between the garters of my boxer shorts and my corduroy pants. Because the handkerchief was so thin that it couldn’t cover the entire butcher knife, I felt its sharp edges grazing my abdomen. It was hurting me a lot. Even so, I knew to myself that I had to endure the pain this injury might cause, if I really wanted to take the weapon with me and hide it from the police.

She expressed as she got into the back seat of the SUV. “I was handling business,” I replied before joining her. “Guess that’s the reason why your white handkerchief has red stains on it, it’s not blood, right?” She pointed to the handkerchief. “Can I take a look?” She added, trying to reach for it, but I stopped her. “You don’t need to know what’s in there. I’m fine, and that’s all you need.” I replied and tossed the handkerchief outside the window. She rested her head on my chest and then placed her left hand on mine.

Quickly, he used his magic powers to conjure a handkerchief and draped it over Laura's face. Laura was confused and tried to remove the handkerchief. "Why do I have to wear this? I don't want it," she protested.