February 2023-17
Dear Flake, my love
Is it you flake the beautiful giggles I have always heard?
Upon entering the main door, the giggles become louder. When I enter from the front door, I see her standing there, radiating joy and happiness. Her laughter fills the room, instantly lifting my spirits and making me forget all my worries. It's as if her giggles have the power to brighten up even the gloomiest of days.
She changed her position in a flash of time, and I know I can see her whole profile. Her eyes sparkle with fear, and her smile is beautiful. I can't help but be drawn to her magnetic energy, and in that moment, I knew that she was the one who brought light into my life.
I remember the first time she described her eyes to me as dark, intense, and beautiful. It was in that moment that I realized we shared the same color of eyes, and it felt like a special connection between us. She had a caramel complexion, which perfectly complemented her dark, intense eyes. Her beauty was undescribable, and it was as if her eyes held a world of stories waiting to be discovered. brown-black hair that was the same color as her eyes, and a height of at least 5'6 or 5'7. Her facial features are very divine, like the gods of beauty. She's in her 30s as well.
I am slowly moving towards her because I really want to know if she is flake. Without looking anywhere, my whole soul was busy thinking about whether she was a flake, which means she must know me, as I asked her, "You have no idea who I am, do you?"
Her eyes were saying that I was right; she is my flake,my love, and this time she will be mine whole, mine, or whatever you want to call mine, my obsession, or my love. As I anxiously awaited her response, I couldn't help but notice the subtle flicker of recognition in her eyes. It was as if she held a secret, one that could potentially confirm my confusion. if you are my flake. I will never let you go, I promise.
She spoke slowly. "No, but I am eager to find out." It sounds like her eyes are saying something else, and her words are saying something else. Is she trying to forget me? Let me confirm from her only.
I was staring at her; she was uncomfortable with my staring when I heard Papa's calm voice say, "Alastair?"
I replied, looking in a state of flake, "Hmmm, papa."
When I hear a loud and clear voice from Papa, Meet my little girl, Serenity."
No, my flake name was something that ended with "na." I don't remember. I must say, Serena, if she feels uncomfortable, it must be her.
As I repeated,Your little girl, Serena,"
She instantly interrupted, "Serenity." I was right; you are my love. flake, but I want you to do it by yourself.
"So, Serena, who am I that you don't know?" I asked her again the same question: I need to know if you are or not.
Serenity. The moment I asked a question, she was again zoned out.
When I heard Papa's voice, "Don't scare her, Alastair?"
I replied clearly, "I am not scaring her papa; I am just asking her if she knows. " I was looking at Serena. Please, love, think again. I really want to know. I could see the confusion in Serena's eyes as she struggled to find an answer. It was as if she was lost in her own thoughts, trying to piece together fragments of a forgotten memory.
Papa again interrupted, "You're again late, so let's not waste time and eat dinner before it's cold."
While setting the dinner table, I want to know if Serena is lying, if something else is going on, or if I am so obsessed with Flake that I can't take the fact that you are not going to come back. Flake is too good for you that you are not with me because I am not a nice man for you, but if there is a 1 percent chance to have it, I will still have hope that you will return. Flake, your absence has left a void in my heart, and I can't help but wonder what could have caused her to leave. As I sit down to eat, the unanswered questions continue to linger in my mind, making it difficult to fully enjoy the meal.
When I heard the voice of Papa's calmly saying, "Meet my son, Alastair Erix Knights, I didn't reply anything; I just gave a nod to Papa because I shouldn't fall for her if she is not flake, and again, I was staring at her if she is a flake then.
I didn't blink for a second when she said, "Hello, I am Serenity Watson". I blinked my eyes two times to show her I was hearing her.
Papa said in a loud and rough tone, "Alastair, eat your supper and get out; you're making her uncomfortable".
I hear Papa's voice still replying, because here I am only for mom, not for anyone, but the tragic thing will be that I found my love when I was not even trying to find you. But fate has a funny way of working, and sometimes love finds us when we least expect it. "I am here because we had an important conversation with you and about her. I am not making her uncomfortable. I just wanted to know more about her".
Papa said clearly, in a calm tone, "She is my guest; I am not ready. You asked any question and made her uncomfortable. I know your insecurities better than you, so don't try to justify your actions. It's clear that you're crossing boundaries and making her uncomfortable with your intense staring. Please respect her space and let her enjoy her meal in peace." I am not surprised at how calmly Papa takes Serena side without even making me angry or at the way he makes me know my limits. I am not shocked. In our family, Papa has always been the voice of reason, and his ability to calm down heated situations is incredible. He understands the importance of respecting others' limits and making everyone feel at ease. It's reassuring to know that someone like him can resolve issues without increasing them.
When I was trying to control myself, I saw one pair of eyes. It was none other than Serena. Serena's eyes were filled with understanding and empathy, telling me that I wasn't alone in my fight to keep calm. Her simple presence calmed me, as if she understood exactly what I needed at that moment. It was a comforting reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there are those who can provide help and help us find our inner peace of mind. as I start coughing.
She turned her attention towards me, noticing my discomfort and realizing that she had been staring at me for a while.
She quickly apologized for her unintentional staring and shifted her gaze back to her plate. I was glad for her empathy and appreciated her understanding. It was a little gesture, but it went a long way toward helping me restore my sense of confidence. Papa asks me if I am feeling alright, showing his concern and care for my well-being. I was, from time to time, giving her a glance of serenity; she was also staring at me every time. I was quiet all the time because I wanted to get to know her, and Papa and Serena were making small talk.
We head to the living area when we complete our dinner. When Papa said, "Serenity, do you want to see the whole house? It's just so beautiful, and I think you'll love it." I felt this was my time to find out all my answers from her, as I saw Serenity was really excited about exploring my house. I couldn't stop myself, as I said. "Papa, I will show her you relax here."
Papa calmly said, "You will again make her uncomfortable, Alastair. Let's give her some space to explore on her own." Serena nodded in agreement, grateful for Papa's intervention and hoping that I would respect his request. I believe she has no idea. I am not a nice man because I know her, and I am not stopping chasing her. Serena's doubt is noticeable, and I hoped she could see my intentions. However, I knew deep down that my desire to pursue her was greater than any sensible concern about giving her the space she needed.
I surprisedly said, "But I wouldn't mind if some guests saw my whole house on their own; don't you think it was disrespectful for our guests?"
I'm not sure why I said this; I knew it was a pathetic attempt to divert attention away from my genuine goals. Serena stared at me, confused and puzzled, clearly seeing through my lame excuse.
She replied shortly," It's okay, uncle; let him show his house." Papa gave me his short nod and beautiful smile, which was so natural, and I saw that smile as so rare.
"Let's go," I said.
I was looking at every little moment of serenity to see how excited she is about my house, but she is also adoring every detail of it, like it's the most beautiful place she has ever seen. Serena's eyes sparkled with awe as she took in the elegant architecture and tasteful decor. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that I had succeeded in capturing her attention and impressing her with my home.
As we entered my room, I swiftly pinned her against the wall as the tension in the room reached its peak, my eyes burning with curiosity. My hold on her soft wrists grew tighter, causing her to gasp in pain.
I leaned closer, my hot breath brushing against her milky neck to ear, with Serena back against the wall, both hands over her head, and one of my hands holding her wrist over her head, wrapping my hands around her wrists. I felt raw feelings dripping from me, and it was the first time I had ever had the same sense of want and power. The intensity of the moment was obvious, as if time had stopped, and I couldn't help but wonder what had brought us to this point. I leaned closer, my hot breath brushing her ear. It was a deadly war between my heart and mind. I could feel my heart start racing like a racing car. She understands all of my emotions like an angel knows about humans. I took a moment to close the door before doing so. I and she were now inches apart, face-to-face.
I groaned softly, but my irritation lingered. I appeared to be floating into her deep eyes, searching for the truth. The gap between us filled with unsaid words as we both struggled to find the right words to represent ourselves.
My one hand reached out to touch the wall a few inches away from her waist, reminding her that she is a prisoner of my one question, and she will be all mine until she answers it. The tension in the room increased, as if the air itself awaited her response. I could sense her uncertainty and her anxiety, but I was determined to find out the truth at any cost. The space between us became nearly nonexistent as I leaned closer to her. As I said, the warmth of his breath caressed my cheek, and I could see that he was trying to make some sort of connection.
"Serena," I said, I am in deep pain between my heart and brain. "Tell me, do you know me or not?" She was quite uncomfortable, like she was also having a war in her mind, but one word, and I will know if you are mine or not.
When I caught her gaze, I could see by her every movement how much she is bothered by my presence and the question I had just said. Her eyes darted around, looking for a response, but her hesitation only added to my suspicions. It seemed as if the fate of our relationship was hanging in the balance, waiting for her response to determine our fate.
"I'm not trying to hurt you," I said, making her comfortable with my words. I wanted her to understand that my question was not meant to cause harm but rather to seek clarity and understanding. I hoped that by reassuring her, she would feel more at ease and open up about the war that was raging within her mind. "Tell me if you know or not."
As I can hear, her breath was very fast, so pleasing to hear. She slowly made herself comfortable, trying to speak as she slowly said while shuttering. "I have no idea who you are, Alastair. I stated again that I am meeting you for the first time, Alastair, son of uncle Mr. James Erix Knights."
I should know that she is not a flake, yet I tried. How can I forget that I am a monster? I just know how to kill people, not how to love them, I thought to myself, feeling a pang of guilt. The realization of my true nature weighed heavily on me, as I struggled to comprehend how someone like her could ever accept or understand the darkness within me.
As I start walking towards my car, saying nothing to Papa, why did I hope when I know hope is nothing? I am the only person who writes destiny, and when I am the king of darkness, why the hell do I think that she is flaking my hope? My hope is hopeless. Power comes with a price. Papa always says, My love, you are priceless for being the king of darkness, the dangerous mafia king of this human kind.