Two years ago,
At Jabe city.
It was already night time, though not too late.
Still the time was past eight or probably nine.
In the open street of the city where lots of people had already left for their individual home.
A man walked in the open street while keeping his head down from the side lights, which aid easy movement during the night.
He had a solemn attitude while sticking both hands in his pants pocket.
He kept walking forward down the street, till he got to a building; where he diverted into an alley very close to it.
The alley was very dark, since the light on the street could not shine here.
Though the place was very dark still he wasn’t afraid of going through the dark passage way.
He followed the passage way till the end, where he arrived at another street.
Waking down the lane; he arrived at a house with nice front yard, well polished walls and the light from inside shined bright.
He lifted his hand and knocked at the door twice, afterwards he placed both hands by his sides while hiding his face.
Second after, the door was opened; a young woman of twenty four years came out whilst she embraced him.
She had a dark red coloured hair, with a fair skin and a calm temperament which exulde all around her.
They remained at that position for awhile; afterwards she pulled away from him while walking into the house.
He followed after her while still keeping his face hidden from her gaze and she went towards the kitchen to fix him a hot coffee as well as dinner.
The house was an apartment, though she lived here alone; still her choice of decorating the house was very nice with a pleasing atmosphere around it.
He settled down in a couch away from the lights while he didn’t bother looking at her, for reasons best known to him and she brought the coffee to him.
Seeing the down and gloomy attitude of the man, she decided to try cheering him up when she asked in an enthusiastic voice ** how was the day kind sir ??? You are reading on novelping . com, the official source.
Whilst returning to the kitchen and working on his dinner.
Her question got no response from him and she knew he must have had a pretty bad one, she carried on ** okay ; what should i make you sir ??
Pies, brownies, muffin or cookies; or custard and pubbing ** she spoke while counting her fingers and showing it to him like a child would.
Still he didn’t respond to any of it which made her moved from the kitchen and getting closer to him while she coerced him more sweetly now.
** Now, take this; have it and when you are done you would feel better ** she said while pushing the coffee into his hands.
While she smiled at him, she kept watching all his moves and gesture which he made during the time being.
The man had no appetite what so ever right now which made him tried pushing the coffee mug away, but the woman was took adamant about him having it.
It became a scene of pushing both forward and backward, as they both began pushing it towards each other direction.
The man accidentally missed his hand on the mug and it fell towards the ground while breaking into two piece, the coffee spilled all over the ground and she apologized.
** oh my,,,, I’m very sorry, let me get a cold water for you to easy the burns in your hands ** she stood up and ran towards the kitchen before the man could stop her from leaving.
She arrived at the kitchen while taking a bowl and filling it with water, afterwards she walked towards him at placed it at the table.
The man was very reluctant to place his hands on the water, despite how much pain he was from the burnt coffee.
Though she knew he was tough, still not when in front of her; cause she had always wanted to see him just as he was not the tough guy he puts up outside.
So she reached out her hands towards his and pulled it with much precision while placing it in her laps, she smiled at him so sweetly.
** you know, you shouldn’t put up a brave face before meeee,,,,,, ** she trailed of on her words when she lowered her gaze towards his hands.
She was surprised to see the see the fresh scar on his hands, which seems like a cut from something sharp; like a knife or dagger.
She moved her gaze towards his face and finally she paid attention to his looks, he had bruise on his left cheek.
She lifted her hand to touch him by the face, when he retreated backwards; she wonder how clueless she had been to not see his battered looks all this while. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping dot com.
Seeing the look on her face; he knew he shouldn’t have come over to see her today even if he really wanted to spend time with her.
She remained quiet for seconds which turned to minutes while sit down idle and staring into space with a lost expression on her face.
The man stood up from his seat and went towards her while kneeling before her and placing both hands on her shoulder.
He spoke calmly to her in a bit of soothing her ** Jane, I promise you i am fine.
It was just a couple of scoundrel who I needed to teach a lesson, nothing serious happened to me ** he’s voice was so soothing.
Jane turned her gaze towards him and she pulled his hands from her shoulders, ** some couple of scoundrel you say ** with a perplexed tone and her voice lace with worry.
** We talked about this already, you know we have.
Still when you leave everytime, you always makes a scene ** Jane spoke with much grief while placing her hands on her forehead.
** Ok I’m sorry, Jane,,,, I would change and be better ** he said while placing his hands on her knees.
If there was something he hated the most was seeing her cry, since he knew she wasn’t meant for the life in this part of empire.
** I wanted us, both of us to be better not just you; but us as one.
But we can’t be if you keep on in your line of work, today it’s you are in a fight.
Maybe tomorrow something else,,,, I don’t want this ** she said frustratedly while staring at him with corcern in her words.
The man stood up and walked towards the door while stealing a glance from her.
The man was nor other than Skull, though he had gained his current title yet since he was nor yet a guardian.
** I will make things right Jane, I promise for a better us ** his voice had firm and promising tone to it whilst he left the apartme nt.