PROLOUGE

Five minutes left 'til the clock strike to 8 pm.

I went outside wearing my shoulder bag and locked the door of my unit. After that, I walked towards the elevator.

As I reached the 11th floor, the elevator dinged and opened afterwards. I stepped out and scanned the whole floor looking for unit 265.

260...

261...

262...

263...

264...

Oh! I got you, 265!

I pressed the doorbell but I just found myself ringing it for a couple of times. No Eena answered.

I have no choice but to call her. As I dialed her number, I involuntarily make a move, hitting the hard surface of the door that made it open a bit.

Wait! So, the door was unlocked all along.

My forehead creased, brows furrowed and mouth hafly opened. Upon all the queries on my mind, my instinct dominated. There is something that pushes me to enter the unit.

And so I did.

With wandering eyes, I kept my guard on. Not until, something caught my attention.

No, not something.

But--, someone.

I felt I was deprived of air for a sudden. I felt cold as my body froze, as I stared at the angelic lady who was covered with her own blood.

Eena is lying down at the floor, catching her breathe between her life and death.

I have ran out of notion.

I'm knowledgeable on how should I handle and do with this kind of situation. But, right now, I think I have been expunged of knowledge. No matter how I convince my brain to function, I can't.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

My senses came back and looked at the back from where the shriek was.

"H-Hey! K-Keep your t-thoughts aligned. C-Call an ambulance and the p-police too," I said stuttering.

He seemed hesitant at first but he still did what I have told him.

Though my knees were weak, I carefully went to Eena, avoiding to contaminate the crime scene.

"D-Do you hear me, Eena? J-Jus-t stay a-wake, alright? The help is coming over," my tears were welling at my eyes. Not now, emotion. Please, not now.

Few minutes talking to Eena, a running footsteps caught my attention. Instinctively, I looked at the door.

"Cyn Wisteria," he said in a small voice between his breathe, small enough to be heard from where I am.

I am looking at him and he is, too. No one between us dared to break our eye contact.

Bitterness crept in me for an unknown reason.

He is the guy who let me feel different kinds of emotion that a human can ever have.

The guy who I loved the most in the past but just chose to hurt me back.

The guy who made me suffer for the past few years.

We met again.

And there's something on me telling,

this ain't the last time, this was just the first encounter.

I'm scared to ask this on fate but,

will he engaged me again in a battle where I'm unconsciouly indefensible?

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