The others were fooled by Mr. Lawrence’s gimmicks but of course, she knew much more than that. She hadn’t shed a tear in a very long time and even when she knew about Rose’s death, she didn't burst into tears.But hearing the whole lies and misconceptions that Mr. Lawrence was saying about Rose - that was definitely over the boundaries. If her eyes could command fire, she could have burnt him down right there on the podium without thinking twice.There were other ways that she could have caused some trouble but she did not create any commotion yet because she noticed that Mr. Lawrence had put certain personnel structures in place even before the date the memorial began. It was always going to be difficult to beat down those structures.But how was she going to handle the situation? She decided not to make the situation too obvious. If she followed after Alan and the other man who she assumed to be his, there would be more eyes on them and then that wouldn't look so good.She was going
“Can you see what I have been trying to explain to you? How could it be Lawrence who would supervise the order of service?”The steward, who still didn't understand what exactly was going on said. “Sir, I believe that it is because Mr. Lawrence was the closest person to Rose. He was her husband and that was why he took the responsibility of—”The statement made Alan even burst into a growl of rage. “Incredible! How is it that the whole world has the wrong idea about this man.”The steward’s eyes darted with a frantic flicker of fear as he became more confused about what Alan was talking about.At that moment, Della came out of the hall to meet the commotion that was going on.“Hey, hey, Alan, I understand what is going on but we can prepare for this in another way,” Della spoke. “How else are we going to make sure that this insult doesn't continue? How else can we stop this?” Alan spoke, his voice tinged with frustration. “I don't understand how the same person who murdered—”Just a
The MC, Gilead had his voice faltered and his words faded almost into a mumble as he spoke. “Without taking too much of our time, I would like us to introduce someone else who would come and tell us a few things about the deceased. Join me as I invite Alan Greyson onto the stage.”The audience erupted into applause as they all darted their heads backward in expectancy.Alan strode calmly amid the audience as he made his way towards the podium.The moment he got into the podium, his eyes connected with the dreaded Mr. Lawrence who had something like the appearance of a smirk on his face. Alan wasn't going to be moved by all that anyway. He was going to deliver a beautiful speech, he reasoned.“Today, we come together to celebrate the life of an exemplary woman who touched the life of everyone she met with her kindness and warmth.”“I am honored to be able to stand before you today and pay tribute to the woman who was my partner, my wife, my best friend, and my everything.”The moment A
Suddenly stones started flying like bullets, whizzing past Alan’s head and body as he desperately tried to protect himself from the onslaught.Alan gritted his teeth in anger because he had noticed that it was a plan by Mr. Lawrence all along. His speech was designed to draw away suspicion from himself and place it on Alan.But amidst the anger that was rippling inside of him, there was a serious headache he was feeling.The headache intensified so much that it was becoming much more than just an ordinary headache. The stones that had hit him so far didn't touch his head so there was no reason why he would be feeling as if his skull was closing in on itself.It was a strange feeling but it was kind of familiar.The pulsing pain pounded on his skull from within and his vision went blurry. Suddenly, he could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room.He kept dodging the stones that were thrown at him with his arm but no one else knew that he wasn't even feeling the pain from the stone t
If she had stayed a little longer, he would have tried to read her mind again. But the banging pain he was feeling in his skull seemed to have evaporated completely at that moment so he had a strong feeling that the ability wasn't going to work at that moment without any trace of the pain. He wished that he knew how to control the ability and use it when he wanted to use it but unfortunately, it seemed as if the ability was the one using him.The ability would only come whenever there was a tense condition and to think that it wasn't even all tense conditions that it came. He had to learn more about the strange ability but who could he possibly learn it from? People would think that he was mad if he told them that he could hear their thoughts. Even his father who was standing close to him wouldn't believe it so he just had to keep it to himself.Della’s haste was palpable and her gaze fixed as she dodged between the pedestrians, her feet pounding on the pavement as she searched for
“I am damn sure. She was just here.”Della’s path was untraceable as she had already walked a few feet away from where the steward was. She was still on the lookout for Della and Tierra though but she was now feeling that perhaps she wasn't going to find them.Just as she was about to return to the phone booth to check if Alan was still there with Dexter, she saw the two ladies she was looking for far ahead although not too far from where she was.She increased her pace as she sought to meet up with them before they boarded a taxi.Luckily for her, she was able to catch up with Quorra and Tierra just as they were about to board the taxi.“Hey, hey, please can I have a moment of your time,” Della requested, her hands clasped to gather and her breath heaving with exhaustion because of the distance she had to cover to reach them.Quorra retracted from the taxi to attend to Della. “Oh, yes. Do we know you from somewhere? You look familiar.”“Yes, that would be from the warehouse. You both
Quorra and Tierra shifted uncomfortably, their brow creasing with weariness. Tierra responded. “We can’t provide the answers to your questions. We are only happy to be alive. I admit that you might be onto something there but what does that matter when we are just happy to be alive? If you have a theory somewhere, you can tell us and maybe you will be right but you see, two days ago we never imagined that we would be here mourning a death that is not ours.”Quorra’s expression turned frosty, her unease evident in her stiff posture. “Exactly! We shouldn't be the ones to be asked these questions. Maybe the employees outside were the ones who informed Alan that we were stuck inside. I don't know. Whatever happened that made Alan so sure that we were inside the fire and that we needed saving isn't our concern.”“But perhaps you should be a little curious. Maybe you should pay more attention to these things,” Della spoke, her words carrying a weight of stubbornness and disappointment.Quo
“Of course son. Yeah, I get headaches sometimes. Everyone has headaches. Where are you going with this?” Dexter asked.“No, I don’t mean just normal headaches. I am talking about very extreme ones. The kind where you begin to feel like a machine is whirring in your brain so loudly and you can’t even feel your surroundings for a moment.”Alan wanted to gradually introduce his experience to Dexter and see if he was going to decode what he was talking about. If he was able to decode, then Alan would know that he had also been having the psychic experience and that he was only trying to hide it from him all this while.“A machine? What exactly are you talking about son? If you are talking about a headache, then yes of course I have headaches. It gets serious sometimes but I can only imagine that it is the same way it is for everyone,” Dexter explained, his brow furrowed in confusion.“I understand but what I am asking you about is more than just any serious headache. You begin to get freq