Page 13 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“You will,” he whispers. I wonder what he’s thinking or the expression on his youthful face. “But until then, just remember me when you see a bunny.”

“A pink bunny,” I emphasize, swallowing the lump forming in my throat as more tears run down my flushed cheeks. “You better find me.”

“When the time is right,” he declares. “I will uncover my Sweet Precious Gem.”

I nod as if he can see it and use my hand to close the door without meeting his gaze. The windows are still open, which is why I say my final words.

“Thank you.” My voice trembles with vulnerability, but it doesn’t matter because the door is closed. I’ve accepted his help, and now it’s time for me to live up to his expectations.

Until we meet again.

“Bye… Mr. Bunny.”

I fight the sob as I lift my head and begin to walk toward the gates. They open as I near, and I know it won’t be long before I meet one of the guards to confirm my identity.

As the high metal gates screech to a close, I barely grasp his final words.

“Goodbye, Sweet Precious Gem.”

The roaring of an engine proves his departure is inevitable, leaving me to continue walking away. To walk the path I’ve chosen to continue on.

There’s only one difference now.

I have a pink teddy bear to keep me company.

4

HEALED YET BROKEN

~GEMINI~

Who keeps singing so sadly?

It sounds like a lullaby, one that’s filled with sorrow and heartbreak. It’s as though the singer is trying to express how warm and uplifting these songs are, but when they’re sung in such a baritone register, they come out sad and agonizing.

They don’t sing poorly.

Their voice is wonderful to listen to.

I just hate how they sound as if they’ve lost every challenge given to them. As though no matter what path they took, they were destined to fail and live with the consequences laid out for them.

It’s been a while since I listened to these various songs, but waking up has been the hardest part. My body feels calm but heavy, and my eyelids won’t listen to my mental commands.

Then, when I try to think of something to let the time move faster, nothing pops up.

It’s as though my mind wishes to stay as far away from thoughts as it can, and truthfully, I can’t blame it. I want to remain in this soothing state of mind, but I have to face reality.

After that dream, it’s inevitable.

That’s what I cling to. Recalling that scenario I’d forgotten. It wasn’t as if I forgot it happened. More so, I lost the very details of the conversation that led to those words.

I’m only a call away…

Hours pass once more, and I’m left drifting in and out of consciousness.

It’s not until the tender feel of fingers gently playing with my hair do I find the urge to open my eyes. I’m even more thankful when my body decides to obey.

The room is barely lit, a light glow coming from my left side while the right side allows soft rays of moonlight into the room. I can’t tell how big or small it is, but I know the ceilings are high. A soft lavender scent hums through the air as if coming from a humidifier or a form of aromatherapy.

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