alvahmara
2019-04-20 11:25:48
Yourself Analysis
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That freezing day, he texted her to meet in a nearby coffee shop. She showed up with a warm smile on her face, searching around the place. Immediately the cold shivering him was gone, replaced by her warmth.
He looked down the ground.
Why was he doing it again?
Oh yes. For her.
The moment she laid eyes on him, her friendly aura drastically changed to her cold demeanor as she marched towards him.
"So you were the one who texted me?" She asked accusingly, placing her hands to her hips.
He gulped. "Yes."
He took a deep breath before pleading, "Don't go with him, please."
She frowned in confusion. "What, just two days ago you said we're better off than friends and I should go out with him, and now you're saying I should not?"
"It's complicated. I saw this vi–," he clamped his mouth shut. It made her question what he wanted to say.
"Nothing. It's–,"
"Nothing?!?" She reasoned out at the brink of tears, her eyes becoming watery.
Even at a critical time like this, he couldn't utter about his true powers. How hurting it was for the both of them.
"You always lie to me. You always hide something from me,” she whispered.
He stood up and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Please," he murmured.
"I'm sorry." She pushed him away and left. Just then, a customer arrived bumping into her.
The man who just entered sent a sinister smile to his direction. He widen his eyes.
He knew.
That man knew.
"LAYLA!" He yelled across the place. It made her turn her head. The man took the chance to discreetly stab her.
Her body went limp, crashing to the floor. The man waved a goodbye before turning into smoke. He ran to her.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...," he repeated all over again, cradling her in his arms.
He tried preventing it, yet Fate had a different plan. A sickening one.
His power right then was useless. All he could do was cry for the soul that he loved the most but was now gone.