Sara put her daughter to sleep and walk out to the balcony for some fresh air.
The sky was radiant from the full moon's reflection. A soft, cold breeze was making the night cold and refreshing.
Sara took out a cigarette from her white silk nightgown robe's pocket. After burning her cigarette, her eyes went towards the black SUV that was parked in front of her house, she knows who was inside the car even if the windows are closed.
She smirked, exhaling the smoke, 'Are you missing me? Don't hide inside, you can come inside the house for more fun with me?' She moved her lips, without speaking, winking towards the car direction.
As soon as she finished the car started moving, Sara can't help but chuckle while continuing to smoke.
Michael went on with driving and peek at the chain he kept on the dashboard. He remembered what happened just now, even if he said he didn't want to see her, he still unconsciously drove towards her house directly from his office and parked the car in front of the house and was just looking when he saw her on the balcony wearing that white silk nightgown. Her hairs kept untied, while the soft breeze played with them. She still looks the same as before but her eyes. They show sadness and guilt as if she was shouting for help but her face said differently, she was flirting with him.
Even though they were away and he didn't hear her words, he could still read her lips. He will never know which one was real Sara, the one he saw in her eyes or the one with the expression.
Once he used to think that he understood her better than anyone else but now he knows she was so good at wearing masks that even her eyes can deceive. She can deceive anyone.
He used to think she was cold and ruthless because she was lonely and sad but he was wrong, she was just deceiving him. She is just a cold psychopath who cares about no one except herself, she killed everyone who once he thought was dear to her but no he was incorrect. No one was dear to her.
He could still remember her face, covered in blood, her hands draped with her beloved one's blood but she was just blank face with no expression, he didn't even see a hint of pain or grief in those cold, empty eyes.
Someone like her can never be a human, she was a devil living in-between humans. The scar she gave him can be forgiven but what about the cries of those innocent people she killed. How could they forgive her? How could he forgive himself?
"You don't deserve to be happy. I will do everything to stop that" Michael swore to himself.
He sped up his car and drove towards his apartment.
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"Stop drinking, Joey." Her friend tried to stop her from drinking. But Joey didn't listen to her, she snatched back the beer bottle from her friend and gulped it all in one go.
After finishing all the beer in the bottle, she tried to stare at the empty bottle in her hands with blurry vision.
"Beer?" She shaped the bottle upside down but except for a few drops of leftover beer, nothing came out.
She started to whine loudly, audible enough to other customers in the bar. They gave a discomforting look but Joey was too busy grieving for her lost beer to notice it. While her friend apologizes for it and tries to silent Joey.
"Axel, my beer ran away from me?" Instead of ending her weeping, she whined louder than before.
Before Axel tells her something she got up from her place and searched for her beer, "My beer, come out mommy is looking for you." Joey didn't leave a place unturned to look for her beer.
Axel sighed seeking her friend she instantly regretted asking out for a drink if she knew this would happen.
"My beer," Joey walked out of the bar looking for her beer. Axel had no choice except to follow her.
"That's not your dog that it will come out when you call," Axel whispered, following her as fast as she could. She cursed herself for bringing her there.
"Joey, wait for me." Axel runs behind but soon stops. She was astounded at her place seeing what Joey did.