#Chapter4
---Nyx, the good person-01
/"The first time I saw you, I thought you were scary... and a bit crazy./"
/"Really?/" Nyx asked with an odd smile on her face, like a villain planning on bulling the pretty prince.
The man blushed and nervously looked away as he nodded. /"You’re still scary and a bit crazy, but I don’t care. You're always good to me. So, I will also be always good to you./"
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Nyx wasn't a bad person. Or at least she didn't think she was. It's just that sometimes her plans didn't work, and when they didn't, things would go terribly downhill. She didn't want other people to suffer because of her wrong calculations, but this time she really couldn't take the blame. She couldn't afford doing it.
Still, she felt bad for getting him arrested in her stead. After all, she was the one driving and losing control of the car because she was too busy blanking out and panicking to think straight and drive properly.
Why the fuck was he here?! Why him? What is he doing in this city? Frustrated, Nyx messed up her hair, making quite a lovely nest on top of her head in the process. This is all Lucy’s fault. Why did she mention him earlier? It’s like she summoned him!
Five years!!! Five God damn years! UGHHHH!!!
Okay, okay…. Calm down. I will just bail him out and compensate him and then pretend this never happened. I will pretend I never met him and go on with my merry life as I have done so far.
AGH! I don't know!!! This is so fucked up, I wanna cry.
Someone help me! \(QΔQ」∠)_
Nyx really wanted to cry, even though she wasn’t sure if the tears would be out of frustration, helplessness or something else. Still, in the end, she shook her head lightly, steeling herself. It has already been five years. It’s too late to cry over this anyway.
Exhaling a frustrated sigh, she moved back to the driver's seat. Her eyes wandered around trying to find anything that could tell her the guy’s address or where he worked, so she could at least drive the car there. She could at least do this much.
It's all grandpa's fault! Why did he have to kick me out of the company just because I told him I didn't want to be in a relationship? It's not like we're living in ancient times, and it would shame the whole family if the daughter couldn't get married.
It's already 2021!
Getting more and more frustrated, even more so when she remembered that in the end of all these unfortunate events happening one after another, she still couldn't get her hands on her precious jar, Nyx decided to steal her grandfather's teeth again.
You don't want me to get my jar?
Fine! I will make another one!
After five minutes of going through the man's stuff like the well-behaved woman she was, Nyx finally found a wallet. The problem was that when she opened it and checked inside, the photo in the ID card didn't quite match the face of the man, even though they kind of looked alike.
It was his brother. Neil Lawson... Nyx had met him a few times before. The man was pretty chill and fun. Good-looking too. Is this Neil’s car? If yes, then where is he? Why did he leave him alone in that state?
More importantly… why was he drunk? Why did he drink? He rarely drank back then...
Nyx continued going through the wallet. Cursing in her heart at her thoughts. But since she was unable to vent her anger on herself, she took it out on the wallet.
How many pockets does this thing have?!
After checking all of the pockets, including the pocket stuffed with money, Nyx found a photo in between the notes. She took the photo out, and her whole body froze once again as she looked at it.
Apparently, five years haven’t been that long for me…
There were two men in the photo, smiling at the camera, their arms around each other's neck. One of them was the owner of the wallet she found, Neil, and the other person was the man that she got arrested. The man she knew so well… The two of them really looked alike, but Neil was a bit shorter than the man and more muscular as well.
What made her heart thump against her chest was the fact that she recognized the day this photo was taken. Goddammit, she was the one who took the damned the photo. Standing next to his brother, he was wearing a police uniform and holding a badge in his hand with the word /"detective/" written all in capital letters, showing it to the camera.
Nyx turned the photo around and stared at the date written there. Sure enough, it was 05.08.2016. Below it, the names Neil \& James Lawson were written with black ink.
James Lawson.
James…
Nyx stared at the name for a long time, her thumb caressing the letters gently. It was only then that she realized that she had avoided saying his name for such a long time. She refused to even think of this name in her head, trying hard to forget him. Just like he forgot her.
But apparently, she was just lying to herself. Nyx knew very well she hadn’t forgotten him at all.
What are you doing here James? Why are you here?
Nyx sighed. Her head leaned against the headrest as she tried to sort out her thoughts. Should she just get out of the car and leave? That would be for the better. Right? The less she knew about him, the easier it would be to forget this incident happening.
Fuck it. It’s not like knowing where he works would make much of a difference, right?
Unable to resist the temptation, Nyx called her brother.