He had his hands in his pockets, leaning against the railing as if boneless.
Lucas was handsome; even a slight curl of his lips was both cool and bad, attracting glances from the girls nearby.
Right in front of me, he whistled at those two girls.
I kicked his foot.
He yelped, then called to me in a low voice.
Babe, I have to play the part fully, you know,”
He had already started to take on the air of the underworld, but his eyes
remained clear.
As the sound of Christmas carols drifted by, he tilted his head back, his words tinged with teasing.
“Three years, then another three years, then another three years.”
That was a line from the movie “Infernal Affairs, our favorite cop and gangster film.
He turned his head, our eyes meeting through the reflection in the glass.
“When will I be able to marry you?”
I put down the newspaper and brushed past him
“When the mission is over. I’ll be waiting for you to marry me.”
The mission was over, but I didn’t get to wait for him to marry me.
The next morning when I woke up, the space beside me was empty, no one there.
Of course, I knew he hated me and didn’t want to stay in the same bed with me..
But when I went downstairs and couldn’t find him anywhere, I panicked.
corner of the house, but couldn’t find him.
I searched every com
I called my friends, my hand shaking as I held the phone.
But he was nowhere to be found.
Thugged my head and crouched down.
Lately, I often got headaches when I thought too hard about things.
increasingly throbbing head made my vision swim, but the anxiety of not finding him was the real torture.
I frantically typed out messages, even thinking of asking my former colleagues at the bureau to help me search.
My wildly beating heart grew hotter and hotter, until a pair of white shoes appeared in front of me.
“What are you doing?
I stood up and hugged him.
I don’t know why, but I really liked hugging him.
