Pitter-patter
drip-drop
Step..step.
In the heavy rainfall, a boy walked silently, the rain hitting his clothes, soaking them, while droplets fell from his hair, hitting the ground.
Even the heavy rainfall wasn't able to clear the blood that stained his clothes. From head to toe, the boy's clothes were dyed with a crimson color.
The rainfall masked the boy's emotions as he slowly walked on the ground.
But the world has already lost it glimmer, as the world only looked gray in his eyes.
Gurguling...
As he continued walking, something blocked his path.
The boy looked up, his piercing purple eyes meeting the gaze of the monster in front.
It had an octopus-like face, three times the height of the boy, with ridges on its back, scaly skin, palpitating gills on its necks, long claws on its hind and forefoots, and narrow wings behind.
From its half-open mouth, a human hand hung low as the monster displayed its last hunt.
Growl...
Growling with a croaking, baying voice..., the monster moved to all fours as its hollow eyes met with the boy's equally hollow gaze.
They stared into each other's eyes, neither the boy took out his weapon to subdue the monster nor did the monster try to attack him like his other prey.
After what felt like a long time,One of them took a step back.
It wasn't the boy who took the step back, but the monster took a step back, acknowledging its inferiority.
Irregularly hopping, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four, the monster ran away.
Squelch
But even as the monster took three steps, its body split in two with a squelching sound, its huge form falling to the ground while blood gushed out.
The boy merely glanced at the dead body before continuing to walk.
"Why did this... happen?"
The boy muttered in a feeble voice as he looked around, his hollow eyes seeing the solitude of different monsters roaming in the heavy rainfall.
"Answer me. I took every precaution, so why did this happen?"
He asked, clenching his teeth. Perhaps he asked someone or perhaps he asked himself, but even when he waited no reply came back.
The boy clenched his fist, blood draining from it due to the tight grip.
"Am I really paying for her sins?"
He got no reply, no one was present to answer him.
Step....step..
His steps halted as a figure stood in front of him.
"Hey... Az...ariah,"
A soft yet trembling and hoarse yet feminine voice echoed in the heavy rainfall.
"Why?" The boy asked, looking at her.
Was it perhaps he didn't wanted to or was it perhaps because it wasn't real he was unable to see her face clearly, only a blurred outline of her features was clear.
"You know the answer, don't you?" The girl asked, her voice filled with a sad smile he could almost envision.
"Just tell me if someone forced you or if someone tried to blackmail you into doing this. I will believe your words," the boy asked, his voice trembling from time to time, growing increasingly somber as each word left his mouth.
"Please," he whispered softly.
The girl, looking at his condition, tried to move forward.
Whether it was pity or sympathy, she extended her hand, but she halted her steps, forcing herself to stand her ground.
"It was my own choice," she replied firmly, hiding her trembling hands.
The boy remained silent his words stuck in his throat not being able to say anything.
"You killed him, didn't you?" The girl asked again, looking at the blood-stained body of the boy.
"He was a nuisance," the boy replied, as if killing someone meant nothing to him.
"He was the future of this empire, Az," she said, her voice trembling with various emotions.
"What happened to your face?" Sigh in tiredness, he asked looking at her, noticing the swollen side of her left cheek.
"It must look ugly, right?" The girl asked, rubbing her cheek.
"No....no, you look as beautiful as the first day I saw you," the boy replied, shaking his head.
Sniff...Sob.
When the girl heard his honest reply, tears welled up in her eyes, her body shaking with emotions she couldn't describe.
Like a puppy who have lost it's house, alone in rain, she let out small whimpers as she tired to not cry more.
"I... a-am s-sorry, i-it w-was the o-only way" She swallowed hard, her words turning into unrecognizable whimpers.
The boy didn't reply; he just looked down, his face reflected in the rippling rainwater.
Purple eyes, empty of emotions, gazed back at him from a handsome face framed by purple hair streaked with white.
"Are you happy now?" His voice, unrecognizable, sounded sinister, creepy, and devoid of emotion. His face twisted into a crooked smile.
"H-huh..." The girl looked at him, thinking he was addressing her, but the boy didn't glance at her.
"Are you satisfied?" Again, his mouth moved involuntarily as the sinister voice echoed. "Are you satisfied now, after everyone that cared about you is dead?"
"You are a loser who can't do anything." He laughed... No the voice laughed, mocking the boy. "Always remember you are a loser and always will be, Inder."
"Huh..." Clarity returned to the boy's eyes as he heard his name.
But before he could grasp anything, the world shattered around him like glass.
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*Beep..beep..*
"Cough...cough...Huff...Huff..."
In a simple office room, a young man woke up, coughing and gasping for breath.
His eyelids twitched open, and as he looked around in confusion, he started to pant heavily, feeling breathless.
His white shirt was drenched in cold sweat, the sensation of the nightmare still lingering.
"Argh... Water."
The young man mumbled, feeling an unpleasant thirst, and he looked around until he found a bottle. He picked it up and emptied its contents into his mouth.
glup...glup
After drinking the water to his heart's content, the young man glanced at the beeping alarm clock.
[5:00]
"Sigh..."
Closing the alarm, he reclined on the chair as he sighed.
He closed his eyes, the nightmare still vivid in his mind.
"I should go home," he mumbled to himself.
Standing up from his seat, he began to pack his belongings.
"Again, why do I always have those weird nightmares," he mumbled to himself with a tired sigh, as these nightmares had become a daily routine for him.
Knock knock
"Come in."
Click
The door clicked open to his office room as a woman walked in.
"Hello, Senior Inder," the woman greeted him with a light bow.
Inder, a somewhat handsome, tall, and lean man in his mid-twenties, looked at her. His beautiful blue eyes gazed at her with curiosity.
"Is there something the matter, Rebecca?" Inder asked after packing his things.
"Senior, all the faculty members are going to the party for the new contract we were offered," she replied, fidgeting with her fingers.
"So?" Inder asked, looking at her.
"So, I was wondering if you are coming with us or not, senior," she asked, her voice tinged with light expectancy.
"Sorry, Rebecca, but I can't. I have plans with my girlfriend," Inder replied with an apologetic smile.
"Oh, it's fine, senior. Have a nice evening," hiding her disappointment, she quickly bowed and moved out of the room.
After checking his office once again, he also moved out.
"Are you mad!?"
But just as he was about to leave the building, a faint voice reached his ears.
"What do you mean, senior?"
Another voice replied, a recognizable voice belonging to Rebecca.
"Has no one informed you about him?"
"About what?"
"About being away from that monster."
"Monster?"
"Yes, monster, he was in jail for three murder cases for years."
Inder sighed as he started to walk away.
For him, it's always like this. Every time a newcomer arrives, the seniors will warn them about him.
Not that it matters to him, as he doesn't want to get close to any of them.
"I wonder what Delilah has made for today's dinner."
With a small smile, Inder mumbled as he left the office building as he moved to pick up his bike.
Squeal
The high-pitched sound of brake pads pressing against the wheel rims echoed as a bike stopped in the parking area of the building.
A man quickly dismounted from the bike, carrying a bag filled with various products.
[11:35]
"Hope I'm not too late."
Saying so, with quick steps, Inder moved towards the lift.
The silence felt heavy in the empty garage as he arrived in front of the lift, pressing the button.
Ding.
The lift opened up as the man walked inside, only to find a middle-aged woman already present.
"Good evening, Miss Della," Inder greeted her as he stepped in, pressing the button for the 38th floor.
"Good evening, Inder," she greeted him back with a smile, her eyes drifting towards the bag he was holding, "Looks like you did some shopping for your mistress."
"Well yeah, tomorrow is our twenty-fifth birthday, so just for some celebration," Inder replied as he showed her the bag.
"Ohh! Happy birthday to both of you then. I hope you both live a happy life," Della replied, her voice filled with surprise as she heard him.
"Thank you, and I will surely convey your message to her," Inder replied, smiling with a light chuckle.
"Though finding someone with the same birthday as you, you guys must be fated to be lovers," Della complimented with a tinge of envy in her voice.
"Hahaha... I hear that a lot," Inder replied, scratching his left cheek in embarrassment.
Ding.
The door of the lift opened as Inder moved out.
Soon he walked through the corridor until he arrived in front of room number 13.
Taking out the room card, he opened the door and walked in.
"I am home," Inder said in a soft voice, but loud enough for someone to hear.
"Welcome home~" A melodic voice came from inside as Inder moved towards the sound.
Walking, he soon arrived in front of the kitchen where a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties stood preparing dinner.
She had long flowing hair cascading down her back. She possessed a slender yet graceful figure, standing at an average height with an elegant posture that exuded confidence.
"You look tired, dear," she glanced back at Inder with her ruby-red eyes as she put her work aside and moved closer to him.
"I just need some recharge from my Delilah," saying so, he gently hugged her as she melted into his embrace.
They both embraced each other before Delilah broke it, complaining, "My dinner will get burnt because of you."
"Sorry," Inder replied as he moved closer towards the kitchen counter, placing the bag on it.
"How was your day?" She asked as she continued to cook.
"Normal," Inder replied as he took out the contents of the bag. "By the way, I brought all your favorites."
"Ohh, and what did you bring, mister?" Delilah asked curiously, still focusing on her work.
"Hmm, I brought your favorite Raspberry-flavored candies," Inder said proudly as he showed her a pack of candies.
"Hmm, that's good," Delilah replied, glancing at the pack before focusing back on cooking.
"Then I have your favorite choco chips flavored ice cream," again with a proud smile, he showed her the packs of ice cream.
"Hope you brought enough this time," she replied with a mischievous tone.
"Yeah, I don't want you to eat my part of the ice cream as well," Inder grumbled as he took the last item from the bag.
"And I also brought you Tangerine shake, seriously why do you even like this?" His proud face turned weird as he took out the last item.
"You just don't have good taste, mister," Delilah rebuked playfully, punching his sides. "Anyway, place them into the fridge; we can have them after dinner."
"As you say, my lady," whispering, he took all the items as he walked towards the fridge.
"Change your clothes, Inder; they will get dirty," Delilah said as she watched him still in his office uniform.
"Yeah," Inder replied as he moved back to change into more comfortable clothes.
[11:48]
Wearing a plain white shirt and loose black pants, Inder moved towards the hallway and sat down on the sofa.
He opened the TV and the PlayStation as he took the controller in his hand.
The last game he played started, and a girl with pure white hair soon emerged on the screen, with the title of the game written at the bottom.
〘〘 MY DEAR LOVER 〙〙
The gameplay screen immediately changed again, and the main menu appeared in front of him.
"....."
Inder stared deeply at the boy who was beside the main logo.
With purple hair and eyes, and a charming yet sickly appearance, he stood there with a defeated look.
Immediately, a sense of uneasiness crawled over Inder's body as a feeling of similarity emerged within him as he looked at the boy.
"Huff... Huff..."
Unnoticed by Inder, beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his breath became shallow.
Was it perhaps fear of the unknown, or was it something from the depths of his being that was awakened, shaking him as he himself didn't know.
"Inder?" Delilah arrived in the hallway, looking at him with concern.
"Huh?" Inder came out of his daze as Delilah's soft hands wiped the sweat from his face.
"Are you okay?" Delilah asked with concern, sitting beside him and gently patting his back.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Inder replied with a deep sigh.
"You had another nightmare, didn't you?" Delilah asked, knowing him well enough to discern his condition just by noticing his demeanor.
"Yeah, this evening," Inder replied honestly, his gaze returning to the purple-haired boy on the screen.
"What did the psychiatrist say when you last saw him?" Delilah asked, continuing to rub his back.
"The same thing, that because of my past trauma, I'm creating scenarios in my head that manifest as nightmares," Inder replied with a tired gaze, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Hmm..." She didn't say anything but simply held his hand tightly, reassuring him.
"Am I mentally unstable?" Inder mumbled to himself.
"When I first met you? Yes, you were. But right now? No," Delilah replied, planting a light kiss on his head, earning a chuckle from Inder.
"Yeah, I wasn't right in the head when I met you," Inder admitted, acknowledging how messed up his mind was at that time.
"Shall we go to the terrace for some fresh air?" Delilah suggested, standing up.
"Yeah, we should," Inder agreed as they both made their way to the terrace.
Delilah stared intently at the screen where the purple-haired boy was, and after a few moments, she removed her gaze.
Click.
Inder opened the door to the terrace as the cold night wind tickled their skin, making them shiver slightly.
"It's cold." As they stood leaning against the terrace wall, Delilah mumbled, rubbing her palms.
"Come here." Sitting at the edge of the terrace, Inder opened his arms and called her.
She quickly nestled into his arms, and they both felt the warmth from each other's bodies.
"This is heaven," Delilah mumbled as she wrapped her hand around his waist, resting her face sideways on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
[11:56]
Inder looked back as he sat at the edge of the building, he could clearly see the empty streets.
"Inder."
"Hmm."
"What was the last nightmare you saw?" Delilah asked as she looked into his eyes.
"Hm... All I remember was that I was talking with a girl," Inder replied, thinking deeply.
"It's close to the end," Delilah mumbled as she closed her eyes, placing her head back on his chest.
"You said something?" Inder asked, not hearing her words clearly.
"Inder." Looking up, she called his name. "Tell me, what do you dislike the most about me?"
"Why this out of the blue?" Inder asked, not understanding her question.
"Just tell me."
"Hm... Your eyes," he replied, looking deeply into her red eyes. "I don't like them."
"Why?"
"Well, no matter how much I want to see past them, I can't see anything," he replied honestly, bringing a light smile to her face.
"Then what do you like the most about me?"
"Hm... Your eyes," his reply didn't change, nor did he shift his gaze. Still looking at her red eyes, he continued, "I like them the most because no matter how much I see them, I can't see anything."
[11:58]
"Inder," placing her head back on his chest, she mumbled, "I just want you to know, things are going to be hard from now on."
"Hm... What do you mean?" Inder asked, confused.
"Our time is up now," she mumbled again, hugging him tightly.
"Delilah?" Inder asked, sensing something was wrong with her.
[11:59]
"Even if your body changes, even if your personality changes, I will still love you," she continued to mumble, hugging him tightly.
"Are you okay?" Inder asked as he cupped her face, making her look at him.
"I love you, Inder," she replied, closing her eyes and bringing her face close to his, while her hands remained on his chest.
Inder let his guard down as he closed his eyes as well.
Their lips gently touched, and before long, Delilah took the initiative to kiss him deeply.
[00:00]
"S-see you....later."
Parting her trembling lips away from him, she mumbled.
Thud.
"Huh?" Inder let out a startled voice as he saw Delilah moving away from him.
But soon he realized that she wasn't moving away from him; he was the one who was falling down...
The world slowed down for him as the last thing he saw was the crying figure of Delilah looking at him.
Before darkness embraced him for eternity....
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