Hearing Victor ask such a question, Verlaine felt disturbed. His smile disappeared and his eyes became serious. “What did you say?” he asked in a challenging tone. But Victor was still calm even though he was not well, he said, “Are you afraid so you’re making excuses? But I’m trying to understand it since you without your favorite weapon are the equivalent of a bully boy who hits opponents out of anger; you’re still a thousand years too young to beat me.” Being belittled like that made the haughty Verlaine naturally angry. “WHAT DO YOU SAY!?” The man ran head first towards Victor and threw a punch. Victor was already prepared, he managed to dodge using his agility and speed. But Verlaine’s attack was also faster than before, although it was clear to see how messy it was since he attacked Victor relying on strength and anger alone. When an opponent only focuses on attacking, there are many openings to defeat him. Such was the case with Victor, who used Verlaine’s angled fist to mo
He looked at Victor once more, his breathing was sparse and heavy. Verlaine should have just left; he had won, right? But he chose to add to Victor’s pain; not by hurting the man, but by letting him listen to all the hatred Verlaine had been harboring while waiting for his death. “Finally, Victor...,” Verlaine said, opening the conversation, “I finally got rid of you.” Verlaine sat back down on Victor’s stomach and said, “It was so claustrophobic to live in your shadow; to see you shining in everyone’s eyes while no one noticed me. I hated those moments so much that I thought it would be better if I died. But no... I forgot that I wasn’t born that weak, so I tried to match you. And now you see, I won, Victor... that means I’m above you, I’m stronger than you that mom and dad always bragged about.” Verlaine looked very happy and excited, but then he looked down with a sad look. “But what am I going to do next... I’m not like you who had a reason to come back alive; the only person w
Verlaine felt such overwhelming emotion that his eyes were red and teary. But she couldn’t move at all, and that feeling made her very upset. “Don’t call him your father,” Verlaine said; speaking with crushed vocal cords must have hurt him a lot, but it didn’t seem so bad since his anger was greater than his pain. Victor chuckled, still trying to maintain his staggering body. He said, “Well if you love him so much... make sure you meet him so he can spank your ass,” Victor said, then his smile slowly faded as he remembered how Johnny had smiled gently at him, “and make sure you apologize.” Victor coughed again; he was bleeding and it seemed to be getting more and more. But he doesn’t think it’s time to stop yet, he still has one thing to say to Verlaine. “If you’re still conscious... listen to me, and you’ll understand why you won’t be able to defeat me,” he said, wiping away the trail of blood around his mouth, “Verlaine... anger on the battlefield will only backfire on you. Whe
[2 MONTHS LATER] "Miss Violet! Miss...!" A girl with golden blonde hair turned her head immediately when someone called her name. Her long, wavy hair was swept up by the gentle breeze of the fields, making it look like a hanging cloth that was dancing beautifully. "Good morning Uncle, what's up?" asked the girl, smiling her beautiful friendly smile. "Good news for you, Miss; five of our sheep have successfully given birth today!" "Oh, really? How many lambs were born?" "There were 17 lambs, Miss! And they're all healthy!" Violet couldn't help but smile when she heard the happy news on this sunny day. The mother sheep on the farm had given birth to healthy baby lambs; they were sure to be cute, chubby lambs that Violet couldn't wait to see. "Are you going to see them now, Miss?" an offer Violet certainly didn't refuse; the girl nodded and hurried from the middle of the field of tall sunflowers to get out there and meet her lambs. "We need to get them vitamins and vaccines to k
Violet's voice became shaky; she looked around and remembered exactly what they had talked about that day. The small talk that had taken place between her and her father's guest, but Violet never knew what had really happened that day. Victor hadn't come to visit that day; he wasn't her father's guest or friend. He had come for revenge, but somehow they had sat under the big tree and enjoyed the view for a while in a calm and relaxed atmosphere. But Victor wasn't here now; and it made Violet slowly recall what she had heard after she woke up from her coma; about how things were around her besides the bad news about her mother. Maria; Victor's best friend who had gone out with him - she was the one who had crashed the car he and his mother were traveling in that night. She's the one who killed Karina and nearly killed Violet. He's the one who made Violet live in regret after that night and a void where she can't even remember what her life was like before that night. But now... thi
Violet was silent, because it was unusual for someone to come just to visit without meeting her as the owner of the farm and estate here. "Did he say what his name was or where he was from?" Violet asked, feeling curious. But Shawn just shook his head and said, “He didn’t say anything about himself; he just said what he needed to say and left without saying goodbye.” Violet was still confused, because she had no idea who Shawn was talking about. But his suspicious arrival made Violet suspicious and curious about his identity. That is, until Shawn continued with his words and distracted Violet’s attention. “He was a tall man, his right eye was covered with a bandage and his open eye... was blue.” Violet was transfixed, staring intently at Shawn as he went into more detail about the man she had seen. “He was thin, and his hair was blonde. He came alone and from nowhere!” Violet didn’t wait for Shawn to finish and ran out of the farm. She didn’t know where the man Shawn was
"I'm so scared... I've been living well all this time but I'm slowly forgetting about you; you who doesn't even appear before me when I open my eyes," Violet said, expressing her heart, "we didn't talk properly that night, but why did you never come back to me, Victor? I thought you were leaving me on purpose, but your not coming back made me think you were dead that night. I was so scared, Victor... why were you so indifferent to my feelings?""I'm sorry, Violet; that night I also thought that I wouldn't come back. When I was determined to go see you immediately, my legs felt even weaker and I started having trouble breathing. I was afraid, I was also very afraid that I wouldn't make it to you. For the first time, I was afraid to die. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back to you." Violet listened to that, crying even harder and hugging Victor so she could calm down for a moment. "That night Draven came to save me; and I tried to recover as quickly as possible so I could see you
Violet stood with her legs on the verge of collapse, trembling with fear.She was about to deliver the change after the buyer had made a transaction for food from her farm that afternoon. Since she knew the buyer very well and had been going back and forth from her house to the buyer's location many times, Violet didn't think she needed a ride or someone to accompany her.But it was only when she was about to leave that she regretted turning down all the offers from people at the ranch to accompany her.On her way home, Violet was followed by four men whom she had seen since she was at her customer's place. Actually, one of the four men had offered to take Violet home with them, since she had been having trouble with her bicycle chain. But Violet refused; they were too suspicious for her to trust.Violet's suspicions were confirmed when, on her way home, the four men followed her. Even when Violet pedaled faster, she was still followed.Panicked, Violet pedaled her bike faster an