Hypocritical
Secret
The morning light penetrated through the gap of the long curtains that covered the windows of the room. I woke up, thanks to that thing. Wiggling uncomfortable while trying to stretch the muscles so as not to stiffen.
"Agh?" My eardrum heard something, I slowly saw it. Liam's figure seemed disturbed, he turned to cover half his face with a blanket. The funny thing made me laugh. Rise from sleep and stand beside the bed while exposing the curtains.
Srett!
A morning view with clear sky is visible there. The air is also really fresh. I dip my hair with a bundle of ties, flashbacks of memories springing up.
Haha.
Overnight—
Funny thing is, I cried in fear for not wanting to be left behind. After doing this stupid thing we spent a hot night in bed. I mean sleeping in a blanket hugging, hot right? Not with naughty things that might be imagined.
I'm not ready yet. Be honest.
Giving my body completely to the man, knowing that he really loved me.
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I shook my head in disbelief, how much longer can he stay in bed? Sleep with her. It was noon, even I had twice ordered food online through his mobile phone.
Waking up the man also felt untrue, I knew Liam must be exhausted. With all the work he did. Even we have to be stuck here longer than we should.
I understand, although maybe I will get a D in some courses later. Damnit.
For my sweet love this one.
"I love you~"
The cup!
A warm kiss landed on him. I'd rather go to the reading room, than look at him constantly like a ghostly figure floating in the corner of the room. Enjoy your rest time dear~
That's what I was thinking before I found something that could be said to be terrible.
Bugh!
The ledger fell right between my legs. Eyes glared; eating in disbelief—research in a piece of paper or rather a piece of photo tucked between the pages of the book that fell just now.
Gluey!
I unconsciously swallowed the rough saliva.
"What's this?" I muttered unconsciously. The picture in the photo shows a man dressed in high school being shackled in a wooden chair, cruel again—the man's face is filled with blood and gaping wounds that are so large.
I'm shivering.
What is this photo? Not wanting to guess the no-no, I began to open one by one the books in the reading room belonging to my lover.
Justright. Of all the open, there must be a barrier in the form of a similar terrible photo in my hand. People are different, from men to women.
Again the same question arises. What does Liam have— for?! Wasn't it! Keep those horrible things in his book? Not just a book barrier, right?
Because last night I was just looking around, obviously I didn't know about those horrible photos. If I said I knew, what kind of questions I could ask Liam.
You have a weird hobby huh? Like those?
At first glance, ordinary people might think that this Liam is a—
"Psychopaths?"
Damnit damnit! I goosebumps, recalling the words of the woman named Vioner about the true figure of my lover Liam. Definitely not possible!
Can my judgment be entered into a valid option? Answer's no. Buty? I don't want to guess something no-no, about the only place I can go home.
Liam.
Sretti...
I pulled the last book, at the top of the shelf. Her book is small, maroon-colored with the title 'serpent woman'—looks like a fairy tale. No need to open from the first sheet, I immediately searched the middle of the book barrier.
Maybe because it was too fast, the photo in the book fell on the floor. Spontaneous I lowered my head, at a glance seen—the last picture in the photo.
DEGH!
That it?
"Vionaries?" The woman I met last night.
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"Darling?" Liam called me, damn it! Because I wasn't focused, I was surprised.
"Y... Yea?!" sahutku nervous. He displayed a strange expression, as if astonished by my rarely daydreaming self. I was too washed away with the contents in my mind so I did not notice the figure sitting right across the dining table there.
After a long sleep, Liam finally woke up at dinner time. I thought he was dead.
"You okay Rea?" tanyanya.
Can I answer honestly? If I'm not okay. I just found something weird in your reading room, Liam. Contains a photo sheet with strangers as the object, plus the severity of them in a state that is not okay! Aghhh!
I'm dizzy!
Negative perceptions emerged. Just yesterday I was thinking of giving up everything about myself to you Liam. And look now, I doubt it.
About me loving you is not a lie. It's just, I hope—a little know about you more.
Selfish 'do?
Obviously not, it's for me. I don't want to get caught up in something that might make me regret the next day.
Liam.
"What's wrong, I'm just dizzy." I said to the question he asked. Let's show the same facial expression as usual. Don't be affected, before I get enough information about you.
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Drtts! Drtts!
"Hello?"
I was silent, needing extra effort so I could get the phone number. Fortunately, there are records of visits that entered through the hotel lobby and surveillance camera footage there. Just have to pay a little to track it.
"Hallo?!" back to sound, a bit annoyed—maybe for feeling a little played. I opened my lips and answered.
"Can we meet? There's something I want to ask you..."
No word on the other side, everything turned silent. It was quite a while before Vioner finally raised his voice.
Gluey!
I swallowed a rough salivary.
Sounded strands kata—
"You shouldn't use the house phone.what else is this number" he said, making me nervous. What did Vioner say?
"Listen Rea. The horse-drawn carriage will turn into a pumpkin at exactly 12 p.m., with the clanking of clock bells sounded—"
Beep it!
Connection was unilaterally severed. Obviously it wasn't me or Vioner who cut off the phone. By keeping my face, I try to look ordinary. Putting Liam's landline back on all four.
Clearly, the series of words that Vioner spoke must have some kind of meaning in it. Butwhat?
I don't get it.
Shit, I unconsciously looked up. Dining random area around the room, somehow—it feels like being WATCHED.
By something.
Really, I'm serious.
It's starting to scare me.
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