"Author's Note:
Welcome to my historical fictional romance novel! Please note that this is a work of fiction, so if you encounter flying rabbits or talking donkeys, just remember that it's all part of the creative storytelling process. While the first few chapters may seem slow paced and boring, please trust that they lay the groundwork for the plot twists and character developments that follow. Every detail, no matter how small, is important.
As a debut author, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and feedback. Your input will help me grow and improve as a writer, so please don't hesitate to share your comments and suggestions.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy the journey!"
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The sound of a gunshot shattered the silence of the dark alley.
Before him stood the woman he loved, the expression on her face a mix of fear and shock, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she looked at him. Collapsing into his arms, her once lively body now lay still, a clear bullet wound visible at the back of her head, blood staining the back of her yellow dress. With each passing moment, her body grew colder, blood trickling from the wound.
His world shattered before his eyes, confusion and sorrow clouding his mind as he struggled to understand what had happened. Trembling, he sank to the ground, holding onto her tightly, refusing to let go even as darkness enveloped him. He remained fixated on her, his eyes empty and full of grief.
A figure passed by the man, the sound of heels clicking on the cold ground. She stopped at the entrance of the alley, looking at the scene with a mix of disdain and satisfaction. she clicked her tongue in disgust, she spoke with contempt.
"You should have listened," she said, her voice dripping with anger. "Now, like me, you'll know no peace, your whole world would shatter before you, as you did mine, you would have to live the rest of your life knowing it was all your fault, she died because of you, only if you had let her go and stay with me but you chose this instead."
With a bitter chuckle, she disappeared into the night, leaving him alone with his grief and the lifeless body of his beloved. Oblivious to her departure, he held onto her, his cries echoing through the empty alley.
"Agnes!" he cried, his voice weak. "You can't leave me. You can't!, please wake up I'm here, call out to me "
His desperate pleas echoed in the darkness, a sad song of loss and longing.
"Cut!" The scene ended on the bustling set, the director's voice echoing through the megaphone. The light on set was turned on, the woman, previously motionless, stirred in the man's arms. With a blink, she exclaimed, "Ahhh! Feels so nice to blink again," she exclaimed rubbing her eyes earning laughs from the crew.
The director, Oscar, a tall man in his twenties, approached them, "Kat. You and Alex did a fantastic job," he praised his eyes filled with admiration. "We're going to miss your presence on set."
"Great job, both of you," the director praised, addressing the man and the woman. The woman's name was Katherine, but she was known as Kat.
Katherine was captivating, with vibrant eyes and wavy black hair. Her radiant black skin glowed, highlighting her flawless features - from her cheekbones to her lips, always curved in a smile.
"Of course you will, Oscar," Kat replied with a subtle smirk, making the director chuckle. "The set surely won't be as lively without the black goddess in our midst" remarked the man named Alex.
Their attention shifted when, a voice exclaimed, "I will miss you so much, Kat!" Everyone turned to see a young girl named Amey stepping forward, her solemn expression contrasting with her lively energy. She had brown hair cascaded in gentle waves around her shoulders, and her piercing blue eyes held a depth of emotion.
Amey's urgency was evident as she reached out to embrace Kat tightly, paying no mind to the fake blood on her. her embrace was almost suffocating, causing Kat to yelp and struggle for breath as Amey clung on fiercely, unwilling to let go.
The director and Alex quietly excused themselves from the conversation. Despite the discomfort, Kat couldn't help but smile at the genuine display of affection from Amey.
"This was your last scene in the movie, you'll be leaving the set today," Amey stated, disappointedly, her grip tightening even further, causing Kat to gasp for air. "Amey, too tight, can't breathe!" Kat managed to choke out, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the embrace.
Amey, who the same girl who had portrayed the character who shot Agnes in the movie, now exuded warmth and friendliness, a stark contrast to her previous role filled with hate and disgust.
Amey's presence on set was always lively and spirited, her contagious energy lighting up the room.
"I'm leaving the set, Amey, but it's not like I'm leaving the world. We'll still get to see each other," Kat reassured, gently patting Amey's head as she giggled.
"She's right, we'll miss you a lot," Alex chimed in, having returned from his conversation with the director. "How sweet of you to say, Alex, but you don't have to hide behind my words. Why not just say what you mean?" Hanna remarked as she released Kat from her tight embrace, a teasing smile playing on her lips". And what would that be?" Alex inquired, raising an eyebrow. "If you know, you know," Amey replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
Kat could finally catch her breath after being released from Amey's death grip, she let out a sigh of relief. Alex, wanting to avoid further interaction with Amey, turned to Kat. Their relationship had always been like that of cats and dogs, constantly getting on each other's nerves.
However, before Alex could speak, Hanna, Kat's manager, approached them. "Interview in two hours," she announced, handing Kat a cup of coffee. After exchanging friendly greetings, Hanna anticipated Kat's unasked question and replied, "It's a one-hour drive." "Alright," Kat replied with a tired sigh escaping her lips.
"Don't forget to be here for your party tonight. It's going to be awesome. We don't want the main guest to be too tired to attend, so don't overwork yourself, okay?" Amey advised, holding both of Kat's hands in hers.