Desirable Negative Energy

He tried to move closer to her but she kept on going back.

Her eyes were full of tears. She was having a difficult time seeing things.

She blinked away her tears a few times to clear her vision.

Her eyes landed on his. His flame-like eyes seemed so foreign to her at that moment.

They weren't as warm as they used to be. They didn't look like her home at that moment.

They seemed like strangers' eyes to her at that moment.

They weren't the ones she would stare at for hours, observing the different colors.

The golden flames were mixed with forest green and crystal snow like blue.

They weren't the ones she would say have color blasts.

She was waiting for him to say anything.

She was ready to believe his sweet lies.

She was ready to forgive him as soon as he apologizes but no words were left from his lips.

His stoney face didn't give away his feelings neither she was able to read his feelings through his eyes.

He stood their mum while she silently cried.

Her heart started aching for herself.

"Turns out the fairytale-like life was going to end one day.

Turns out Cinderella wasn't going to get a happy ending in real life.

Turns out her prince wasn't in love with her after all..."

"It's not what it looks like," Isaac tried to glue their broken trust but was it that easy?

Someone said,' Once the glass is broken, no matter how perfectly you try to glue it back together, the crack will always stay there. Our trust wasn't any different."

"Do you want to break up with me?" she asked directly looking into his eyes.

He stared at her before slowly nodding his head.

It was already done with no going back.

From that day, Cinderella is dead.

The fairytale she was living in turned out to be a dream after all.

" I loved you, I love you and I am always going to love you. But I will never take you back."

These were her last words and he already knew that by these she was closing the doors of them getting back together.

The dreams they watched together of their beautiful future crashed right in front of their eyes.

With her head high, she left from there. Since then she never turned to look back at him and it has been 8 years since then.

Gone was that 19-year-old sweet and innocent Eleena.

27 years old Eleena is a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Everyone would want her but no one was going to get her.

Flashback ends.

"I should have given that bas*ard a few good punches on his face. What does he think of himself? Just because God blessed him with everyone a human being could possibly imagine doesn't mean he had to turn out like this," she gulped down another shot.

"Give me an entire bottle," she shouted before gulping down another shot.

The waiter gave her a bottle of alcohol.

She poured some in a glass but that finished too early for her taste.

It wasn't enough to even drench her throat.

"F*ck it," cursing through her teeth, she threw the little glass in a corner.

It shattered into a few pieces. A crashing sound spread everywhere.

The waiter came rushing.

"What's the sound of? What broke?" He asked in a panicking state.

"Nothing, just a glass. I will pay for that. Now go back and stop bothering me," she said before gulping alcohol directly from the bottle.

The waiter hesitantly went back.

"All men's are bas*ard!"

"Of course we are. We just want the best one for us. We don't know how to respect women," someone said before sitting next to her.

"Now who the hell are you?" she shouted before turning to his side.

There sat Orme.

"Orme! What are you doing here? Don't you have a nightclub to run or something?" She said taking another sip.

Orme tore her apart from the bottle.

"I do but how do I concentrate when my club's star is drinking alcohol from a cheap shop?" He said looking around.

"The cheaper, the better. I am fed up with all of these luxurious drinks. If everyone starts going to luxurious clubs then who's going to keep these shops running? Moreover, they sell the best food. You should try some," she said before snatching away her bottle.

"Do you miss her?" Orme said with a gentle tone.

His eyes hold sympathy for her.

"Sometimes I do. She was a coward but hardworking. Waking up early every day to open her shop faster than others. She used to make the best ramen. Tsk, had she not died," she coldly chuckled at the end.

"Eleena, you know that it wasn't her fault, don't you? She was just as helpless. And I know that you miss her like hell. Why not cry if you want to? Your eyes are red and they are indicating how much you want to let all of these go," Orme said patting her head.

"Crying is going to wash over the sadness but what about the anger? The helpless feeling? The sleepless nights? What about the hatred? How do I cope up with all of these? I can't. Hence trying to get rid of one emotion is useless."

"You have to start somewhere. Maybe by getting rid of the sadness now will help you get rid of other feelings."

"What if I say that I don't want to get rid of these emotions? I want them to be with me, forever. Sometimes it's hard to breathe but that's alright because they bring me negative energy."

"Negative energy is only going to ruin your mental health and slowly kill you. It's stopping you from being who you actually are. You aren't a sadist, you are the sweetest girl out there."

"You are saying this because you don't understand how powerful negative energy makes you. You don't understand how addicting it feels to be a villainess in others' eyes. This is the only feeling I want in my life."

Her eyes had an evil glint.