The pale candle light was too inferior to the darkness looming outside the window.
A man watched that helpless candle fighting against the black night to prevent it entering the room when the clouds swallowed up the moon.
Inside that room, the dim light reflected against her sleepy face, messy hair and curled up shape.
His hands were holding a glass filled with red liquid. Swallowing it bit by bit he looked at the woman beside her.
๐๐๐ฎ ๐จ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐๐ง? ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ง๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ซ๐๐จ๐...
Tonight, he planned to ruin this flower to make that vase empty forever. But something feels so wrong.
"๐ผ๐...๐ซ๐๐๐..."
A thin and soft hand landed on his lap, he glared at the small round face which looked more comfortable than before.
๐๐ค๐ช ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉ...๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ?
Being annoyed he pushed that hand, a little ruthlessly, ignoring the stinging pain in his chest.
๐๐๐ฎ ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ? ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐...๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐, ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ง.
He had already ruined her as he pleased, indulged her to the point that there's no way she could survive without him. Now all he needed is to throw her out in this cruel world...but...
๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐จ๐ค ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐ก๐๐จ๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐, ๐'๐ข ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฏ๐ฎ, ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐จ๐๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฎ๐จ๐๐ก๐...๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ญ๐๐๐ฉ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐จ๐๐๐๐?
Never did he expect that this little flower will be so addicting, his heart which was always neglected by him betrayed so badly.
Suddenly, a gust of wind entered inside the room, blowing off the candle and made the room utter dark.
"๐ผ๐...๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
..๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
.."
His thoughts disappeared in a wink, either subconsciously or in habit he pulled the blanket hurriedly to cover her.
"๐๐๐ฎ ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉ? ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฅ?"
Out of worry there was even a little scold in his voice, in the utter darkness he could see a pair of blue confused sleepy eyes looking back at him.
"๐๐ก๐๐๐ฅ...๐ค๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก..."
He even patted on her small head, but she didn't seem convinced. That small hand which he pushed before in annoyance now approached him again..caressed his face...
"๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐? ๐ซ๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐๐, ๐ซ๐๐๐?"
He couldn't push that hand this time, truth to be told, he didn't even want to...
"๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐..."
Those little soft palms wiped the sweats and all the ridiculous thoughts he was having.
"๐'๐ข ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐, ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐..."
Marriage...it was a child's play for him, but to keep her with him, he could do that, doesn't it already give a perfect answer?
In that utter darkness...he got enlightened for the first time...๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ...
"๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ซ๐๐ก๐ช๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ก๐, ๐
๐ช๐ก๐๐๐ฉ?"
A clear ringing laughter echoed in darkness...
"๐พ๐๐๐ ๐
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐"
He is willing to be that vase to hold onto this flower.
Prettier than moon, as sweet as syrup
She was made for him, to make his night lit up
โ๏ธ Hello friends, this is the third trailer of my chat story "Why would she choose the Villain?" The first and the second trailers are "Why would she choose the Villain?" and "Villain's adored one". Please read this and let me know about it.
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐. ๐ฃ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐..๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐...โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
