“How does it taste?” Erik asks in a humble tone.
“Good, itRobin throws Coco into the pool.
tastes good,” Charlie replies, holding his cup of mocha.
The two young men are sitting on the balcony railing under the beautiful sky, which is lit up from moonlight, facing towards the beautiful city lights.
"Isn't it so breath-taking?" Charlie sips his cup of mocha.
"Yeah," Erik nods.
Charlie takes a peek to look at Erik sitting across from him. He is wearing a black tank top, his jet black hair waving in the air smoothly. Charlie feels his heart pounding, his face burning, and his cold body turning warm just by glancing at him.
So breath-taking, Charlie thinks to himself exhaling sharply.
“Erik,” he says affectionately.
“Hm?” Erik looks over to him.
“I...like…” Erik’s eyebrows raise and Erik’s heart races, “you…” he mumbles,
"What?“ Erik questions.
"Cats, I like cats. They’re adorable, no?” Charlie squishes his legs, gripping on his cup tightly and smiles forcibly.
"Y-yeah they are…" Erik nods as he sighs deeply in despondency to the boy across from him.
They both exhale steeply.
***
Coco's hair waves in the direction of the wind. It's such a beautiful night, and chilly winds make it much better. But thinking about what she found out today makes her tremble. Her breaths shudder.
Coco covers her mouth with her hands, trying not to make any sound as her eyes are full of tears. Coco inhales deeply, her throat feels like someone's choking her. She’s breathless, gasping for air. She sits straight and rigid as she wipes away her tears.
Coco takes out her phone from her pocket and opens an app. There, she opens a folder, displaying all the pictures of Robin and her. She lays back, resting her chin on her knees as she opens one of the videos.
Splash!
“You idiot!!” Coco yells, grabbing Robin’s skin and pinching him.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop!!” he yells.
Charlie laughs in the back. “So, this is a crazy couple…- Ah! No, the phone, Coco!! Ahh!” Charlie shouts as the two people in the pool pull him in.
Coco laughs but smile fades away as the video comes to an end. She puts the phone on the table in front of her and faces towards the city.
Coco feels the cold wind drying her tears and the wind touching her skin softly. She sets her legs back down and walks towards her balcony railing.
She tries to stand on it and succeeds. The cold winds strike her, she spreads her arms away. Taking deep breaths, feeling the wintery air, she gets reminded of a memory.
“Coco, dear, please come down. You’re going to fall.” Robin worryingly grabs Coco's legs.
“Robin, please, I've done this a million times!” she bends down, holding his chin.
“But I never saw you do this!’ he exclaims in fret.
Coco ignores him and keeps walking on the railing, but her foot slips.
"Ahh!" Coco yells.
Coco comes back to reality as she slips down the railing.
"Argh!" she groans in pain as she struggles to pull her body back up.
Thump!
Her body hits the railing bars.
"Mmh," she groans in a muffled voice as she finally gets to the top of the railing.
Coco sits on her toes and lets out a sigh. She exhales sharply as her eyes catch the sight of the beautiful city lights. “I guess we gotta find out the truth one day instead of running away from it.”
***
The chilly wind strokes are stopped at the closed window in the spacious empty office.
Alya and her dear husband, Roland, are sitting on their chairs, looking through their past relations with Victoria Dixon.
Alya sighs softly, dropping the pen on the table and laying backwards with hands on her face.
Roland peeks at his wife, leaving the highlighter on the table. He gets up and walks over to her. He holds her hand, blinks, and tilts his head.
"Let's go get some fresh air," he says softly as he gently pulls her and she nods.
Click
Creak
Roland opens the door waiting for Alya to leave first.
Click
He closes the door, looking at the room. They hold hands as they walk down the stairs.
Roland smiles at Alya. After seeing his gentle smile and a slight nod, a small beam spreads through her face. She hugs him tightly leaving him a bit surprised but happy.
"It's a full moon," she states.
"It's bright and beautiful," he replies.
They both close their eyes, hugging in front of the balcony in the warmth of each other.
***
Charlie abruptly feels nauseous and a strange pain in his chest."You good?" Erik asks, grabbing Charlie's hand gently.
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just…something doesn't feel right," he replBies, bringing his eyebrows together.
"You must've eaten something bad. What did you have for dinner?" Erik asks as he lets go of his hand and walks inside the room, taking off his jacket and dropping it on the sofa.
"I didn't have dinner," Charlie replies. He looks over at the city lights, rubbing his arms.
"That is why you're not feeling well. I'll bring something for you from the pantry. Do you want something spicy, sour, or sweet?"
"Anything works as long as it isn’t sweet. I don't feel like eating sugary food." Charlie turns around, placing his palms on the railing and crossing his legs.
"Alright, be right back."
Charlie nods and raises his eyebrows.
Click
Charlie enters his room, closing the balcony gate and opening the curtains.
He takes Erik's jacket and covers himself with it.
Just as he was about to sit, Erik enters the room in a hurry and locks it. "You're back early," Charlie says in a questioning tone.
"Uh, news. A bad one. There are people outside with guns, and the worst thing is that they're not our servants nor our guards."
Charlie watches Erik taking out weaponry from one the shelf.
"Then…who are they?" Charlie asks.
"...I hate to say this but they are Miss Dixon's eyes," Erik sighs. He stops himself before he can say more.
He knows that Charlie is already not feeling good after knowing about his beloved "grandma". Erik didn't want to hurt him more nor did he want him to take impulsive actions.
He started walking towards Charlie, who is standing in front of him, frozen. He grabs and hugs him. "Hey, it's alright,” says Erik as he caresses and pats Charlie. “Times change. People change. But you know what? I'll never change. I won't let time change me."
Erik's words seemed to relax Charlie a little bit. He feels warmth and calmness in those arms.
Thud!
Crash!
Bam!
“How dare you?!” a woman shouts loudly angrily.
The men in front gulp, trying not to make eye contact.
“We’re sorry, madam. We didn’t intend for this to happen,” a man in a grey-blue coat comes up says.
“...I want that file tonight. No matter how many don’t go back to their homes tonight .”
“But miss-“
Bam!
A gunshot silenced the whole room, leaving a man dead in the middle.
“No buts,” the woman speaks calmly yet in a deep, furious tone.
“Yes miss.” A man comes forward and instructs others to leave.
“Alya Anderson Davis... let’s see how you will be able to protect your precious little nephew from me.”
A grin spreads through her face.
***
Bam!
But the calmness doesn't always last forever...
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