Someone gave a sinister smile. Around Michaella's body who looks so brave to come here and even keeps something in her trouser pocket. He smiled again. Taking something that Michaella, had stored to make the girl startled.
"Miss Allison, who is loved by so many people, also has this small weapon," said that someone, throwing away the handheld knife that Michaella had brought with her.
Michaella observed every activity of the figure in front of her. The man fiddled with his gun with his eyes fixed on Michaella. Michaella took a deep breath. Trying to calm herself down so he doesn't lose control and take the wrong action.
"What do you really want?"
Michaella was still trying to calm down even though her heart was raging uncontrollably with anger. Seeing the man in front of her made her even more want to disappear from the earth. Ignore the pain and enjoy another world that may be more beautiful than this. Michaella was really trying hard not to look stupid.
The figure smiled again. "I'll greet you first. Since you came without warning even though I had planned it, still we haven't seen each other for a long time. All right, we meet again, Miss Allison."
Michaella clenched her fingers tightly. Her heart ached to see the reality. After her family was slaughtered like an animal, now he has to be faced with a human without a conscience. Oh god… What an epic plan.
"What do you want, you bastard?!" asked Michaella holding back all the anger and tears. Her gaze went straight to Miquel's dark irises. The figure standing right in front of her. The figure he had previously rejected his feelings of love and was now looking at him with a mocking smile.
"Quite easy. Be mine, and I'm yours."
Michaella laughed at Miquel's words. It was so easy for him to say what he wanted when Michaella asked a question that was not even heeded. The feelings Michaella once had were inflamed. No longer wanting a rotten man like Miquel. Forget about her plan to apologize to Miquel before this day happened, in fact now it was this the man who should be apologizing to her. The world is joking.
Miquel just kept quiet and watched Michaella. The girl's expression clearly hid her wound, but Miquel didn't care. Actually this is also not what he wanted, but it was forced. Miquel was forced to do it for an extraordinary profit and of course that will remain a secret.
Michaella took a deep breath. "Don't expect to be with me. Until whenever I will not want to be with you especially with people who have made my family suffer. In your dream, Miquel."
Michaella wanted to turn around, but something cold pressed against her forehead. Making her widen her eyes in disbelief even though she had previously imagined. Michaella did not expect that Miquel would also do this to her.
Michaella looked at Miquel's dark eyes which looked flat. The man also seemed calm even though his hand was clearly outstretched towards Michaella with his gun.
"Shoot," Michaella said next.
Miquel was silent. His gaze stared intently at Michaella who looked so brave at him even though her eyes were so sad. Miquel smiled sarcastically, pressing the gun deeper and deeper until Michaella closed her eyes. Miquel took a deep breath before the sound of gunshots rang out.
"Ah." Michaella grimaced as she felt her earlobe hot and painful at once. Her eyes opened, staring at Miquel who was getting closer to her, then hugged her in the silence of the night.
Michaella was silent. She felt the soft caress of Miquel's strong hands on her back, then touched her injured earlobe. Michaella grimaced again at Miquel's actions but she fell silent again. Michaella could feel Miquel's heartbeat beating fast as well as her fast breathing. Michaella didn't know why Miquel was suddenly like this. She didn't even feel uncomfortable or angry with Miquel.
Miquel exhaled slowly. "Sorry," he whispered into Michaella's uninjured right ear.
Michaella remained silent. He could also feel Miquel letting go of his embrace, staring at her in silence then turning her gaze to another direction. As if he didn't want to show his guilty face to Michaella. The man wanted to leave, but his arm was prevented by Michaella's grip.
"Kill me."
Miquel didn't answer. He just kept staring at Michaella in silence. Meanwhile, Michaella began to shed tears. Her injured earlobe was nothing compared to the pain her family members felt. Her grip faded, replaced with her hands clenched into fists holding back the pain in her heart. Her eyes continued to stare at Miquel's dark irises who remained silent.
"Kill me like what you did to my family," she pleaded again. Ignoring the pain in her body with all the images that filled her brain about the body parts of her family members.
The tears kept seeping down. Ignoring Miquel who seemed confused about what he should do with Michaella. Michaella didn't shy away. She just got closer to her body. Pulled Miquel's hand carrying the gun and pointed it at her forehead.
"Shoot!" her orders demanded.
Miquel was still silent. His hand didn't move in the slightest on Michaella's forehead. Staring at the girl who continued to shed tears and trying hard to shake her decision. Miquel sighed. Throwing away his gun and hugging Michaella's body. Intending to calm the girl down, Michaella refused and pushed Miquel's body away. Michaella's cries grew louder, making Miquel clenched his fists tightly.
"Kill me, Miquel! Do it like you killed my whole family. Come on… Do whatever you want until I no longer see this cruel world. Please kill me, Miquel."
Michaella sobbed with all her requests. Her body sagged and fell to the ground with unstoppable sobs. Miquel was still frozen in place. Watching Michaella silently.
"Please kill me…," Michaella complained again. Her eyes were moist with tears still flowing freely. Requesting for Miquel to do her bidding.
Miquel sighed. He squatted down, wiped Michaella's tears and then carried the girl's body. Took her to the car there that Michaella brought with Michaella who was still crying. Ignoring the gun that just lay on the ground. Michael didn't care.
"Kill me, Miquel …" Michaella still said her request even though it was clear that Miquel didn't care about her.
Miquel put Michaella's body into the driver's side, then he took over the steering wheel and started driving the car. Leaving this gloomy place with all their own thoughts. Michaella was still sobbing even though she no longer had tears in her eyes. Staring at the street without interest with all his thoughts trying to calm down. Ignoring Miquel, who was now with her, she didn't even know where Miquel was taking her. Michaella no longer cares about her way of life. She's tired. Really tired of all this.
It's getting late. It was already two in the morning, but Miquel and Michaella were still on their way. Tracing the road until the end of the road you want. Miquel was only focused on the street, paying no more attention to the calm Michaella. He didn't want to make Michaella cry again even with her earlobes bleeding. Miquel has only one goal.