Third Person
Paris, France: Jardin d'Eden
8:00 A.M.
After running her errands, Raine felt relieved to let the guards check the insides of her bag before admitting her inside the lobby. Raine ran her hands over the spot where Saccharide and her sat while comforting her.
xXx
Most people passing them were caught by the scene.
Others were mesmerized by the connection.
Others thought it was too showy and dramatic.
Others daydreamed to be in the exact position.
"I'm deeply embarrassed..." she whispered, "I never thought that you'll think about this for our date. I feel like-"
Saccharide held her face with both hands and whispered to keep the conversation between them, "Well, you're obviously hiding those brochures for something..."
"That's why I'm hiding them, Saccharide!" the girl confronted his lover and hid her face behind her long hair.
"Didn't you remember what I just said?" Saccharide asked and laughed, "The more you hide it, the more reason I have to investigate..."
xXx
Up to this day, she blamed it on her clothes why they got into trouble with the guard. In a sense, he was only doing his job, and yet, he died accomplishing it.
She could still remember.
Very clearly how the conflict started.
xXx
Many people complained about the way she was dressed that night. It was a cause of break-ups and loss of customers. They told her to dress properly if she wanted respect from others and that made Saccharide snap into insanity.
"It's better for you to co—"
In a flash, Saccharide attacked him with a thumbscrew in his hand and his knee under the poor guard's crotch.
"Saccharide for Pete's sake... Stop that before someone sees you!"
Tugging as hard as she can, Raine hugged her lover from behind and tried pulling him out of their position. But Saccharide made up his mind to mentally scarred the man and teach him a lesson about respect.
Saccharide put his knee below the man's crotch so if he moves, his hanging reproductive organ will go through a massive sperm murder. He leaned closer to his ear and started lecturing, "If I screw your brain with this- if you ever got one. Would it be your fault for not covering it?"
When the man's face was pale as a paper, Saccharide smirked and prepared his last warning, "My girl can wear anything she fucking wants and the world doesn't need mother fucking bastards like you."
"Remember that," he ended.
As soon as he let go, he grasped his fingers on the man's head before banging it on the thick glass just enough to make him unconscious.
"Oh god..."
xXx
But she's sure he didn't kill the man...
"Welcome to—" the female staff assigned to the desk squinted her eyes and seemed to recognize her.
"Weren't you the girlfriend of that serial killer?" She asked.
"I- I-" the girls stuttered and wasn't prepared for the question. It was supposed to be just a 'yes', but those three letters took 3 million stutters before said and uttered.
The lady gave back her card after giving Raine her receipt for the package, "Oh sweetie, we understand your pain," said the lady with softened eyes and a soft palm on top of Raine's hand.
"I'm sure you don't," Raine giggled sarcastically and anticipated the judgments about to come her away.
"Don't worry. We're sure you're going to be fine after that dreadful Stockholm syndrome you've been through," sighed the lady.
"Raine's eye twitched at how the internet could create such ideas and make people, "Stockholm Syndrome?"
"There's no need to be embarrassed about. We know you're just forced to deal with and stay with your captor because of fear," the lady said and stroked Raine's hand, "It's ending now. He'll be in prison for life..."
Having enough of the lady's unstoppable bull crap, Raine yanked her hand away and bowed before presenting another card for her ownership towards the garden, "Thank you for your baseless sympathy, but I really need to enter now."
"Take it easy, alright..." comforted the lady and took the card gently, "And please, whatever anyone says — don't take their crap and go on with your life..."
"Thank you," Raine smiled, but was clutching the receipt in her hands like it was surely to pulverize into indescribable powder material, "I sure won't..."
"Oh! You're the owner of the Priced Garden!" cheered the lady and gave her the key, "Enjoy!"
She was eager to get out of there that she didn't thank her for the advice and empathy the woman gave her. It wasn't overall comforting, but she did give concern. Dione was to blame that she started feeling anger in her veins — It was for the best, but from time to time, feeling wrath is tiring.
She was in front of the fence which separated her from the price Saccharide and her was supposed to earn together, but reflecting on their lives — Nothing ever goes with their way. Still, saccharide naked it after her and gave her the ownership.
She never got to visit with him.
Soon enough — Hopefully, she will...
He took the game seriously for her.
And he won it.
xXx
"It's just a game, Saccharide," the girl giggled before kissing him on the crook of his neck, "It's alright if we don't win the prize."
A smile creeping on his face, he returned the kiss, leaving another mark on there, "It's better we do our best to win than feel sorry for not trying."
"You left a- another mark..." said his girl as she covered the spot where she felt hot.
Winking at her stupefied expression, he grinned before kissing her on the lips one more time, "It's like a tracker, it'll be easier to find you this way," they parted ways as Raine entered the humongous maze.
"I'll find you in there," he whispered and went to the red line where they'll initiate the ceremony, "I promise to my dashing eyes and skill."
He found her and it changed both their lives...
She gave him heaven while he gave her hell.
Nevertheless, she accepted the hell and danced on the flames.
xXx
A guard in front of the garden entrance checked the keys and her card before informing her that her visitor was already inside an hour ago.
She nodded and walked on, "Thank you..."
"Enjoy!" said the guard before leaving the garden in her hands.
Raine frowned and remembered what Saccharide said, "Saccharide's right... There is a weird ring to it," she giggled and locked the door securely.
The fresh smell of assorted flowers and the sound of sprinklers welcomed her as their owner. All the butterflies were prominent and they flew above her head and sipped the nectars out of the flowers.
She stared afar and found a figure waiting. The boy was sitting under a tree at the center of the globed garden. He was wearing a dark hood so, she can't see his face. The male was reading something from a device, but he stopped upon witnessing the girl.
"Saccharide?"
Her heart stopped.
It couldn't be him.
His figure and posture fit with Saccharide's description.
Raine spread out her hands on either her sides while the male slowly stood up from the tree. The figure removed his hood and approached her. For the first time, she was happy that the male inside the garden was not Saccharide. His blonde pushed back hair was barely groomed properly and his grey eyes stared at her lifelessly.
His expression was like a hawk.
And like a Phoenix under the sun.
"Thank you for waiting. I had to do something first —" Raine greeted.
...
It was a surprise call from him saying, they have to rendezvous in her garden at Jardin d'Eden.
"—Phoenix..."
Hallucinating is not a good sign to start this conversation.