AUTHOR’S POV
Cassandra and Zayn dress up to meet with someone important today.
It was about Cassandra’s new start up company here in Seoul. She’s taken great care in making sure it was a start-up, and not funded a penny by her father.
What was she challenging?
Who was she challenging?
What made her get into business again, when she clearly knew she won’t be able to do anything about it on her own? She wasn’t born to be a businesswoman.
Moreover, the life was granted to her by a kind and courteous businessman. Framton Johnson established the most beautiful family he ever could, with his power of love and bonding.
Thinking about her lovely father made her eyes sting. She didn’t want to ruin the day by shedding any kind of tears, even if they were happy to begin with. Gulping her sour, sorrow mood, she turned to Zayn.
Cassandra didn’t tell Zayn anything about the start-up she had been planning for a week now and since her reputation demanded it, she was given a big start-up with huge promotional offers right off the bat. Again, she never asked for any part of it. It was like a royalty for her.
‘Because you’re a Johnson, ma’am.’
She wanted Zayn to be involved but, to cut the silence as they walked down the street.
“Say, Zayn. If I was a boss of a company, what post would you like to take?” She asks vaguely, knowing he won’t choose anything to make himself feel superior to her.
“Maybe I’ll be your assistant or general manager to be closer to you. If you have a separate cabin, then I’m staying right beside you.” He says.
“And for what?” She asks in a sultry voice. He made her feel delighted to be alive. Her thiughts were kicked out of the window and her emotions shift to the nasty. She was not afraid that people around her will understand the foreign language.
“To fuck the boss whenever and wherever she likes me to.” He says and the girl starts blushing infrared. He almost was down bad to PDA in front of everyone, but she stops him and improves the pace of their walking before he implements his headful of ideas.
There was a tire screeching sound that pulls out gasps from all the pedestrians. Through induced trauma from before, Cassandra stops in her place all at once. Zayn was shocked to see her defeated stature. Out of all, Cassandra would be the one to run away and be safe, but as the flying cars were approaching, she was like a statue.
“Cassie!” He shouts, himself traumatized by the way people were crushed under the weight of flying cars. Anyone would have been shocked and traumatized, though the weak-hearted might even get a stroke in the middle of the mishap.
The whole scene was making Zayn lose his mind. He was not given even a second to think about what to do in that bizarre situation.
Just then, they see a car flying towards them. What will he do now? Cassie was like a statue and get can’t jump on the injured around them at all. His hands through the jacket were already bruised because of the shards of glass that exploded on them from the damaged cars.
In that moment of desperation, Zayn couldn’t think of anything but his family.
He remembered the face of Alex and Dan, they were always fighting.
He remembered Nick’s face which looked tired from Dan’s bullshit, as per usual.
He remembered his favorite brother’s happy, nurturing face as he served them all beef pasta. It strikes to him, that it was the very last meal he ate with his brothers. On the dinner table.
As a family.
He remembered the warmth of his parent. Framton was the warmest person for Zayn. He cried with him, he grew up with him.
For Zayn, Framton was someone more than just a parent.
He was Zayn’s angel…
And lastly… The face of his lover flashed in front of his eyes.
The blue car vent was flying towards him.
His arm was extended towards Cassandra.
‘Why is she crying? I’m right here, my sweet love…’
He wasn’t understanding anything.
A sharp pain on his chest was felt. He wasn’t sure if it was the car crushing him or it was the heaviness of his emotions crushing it.
Eitherway, he felt the pain spread through all of his body.
Blood spilled from his mouth. He threw up everything, he wasn’t able to move an inch.
She sniffled on his own blood.
It happened so quickly…
And just like that… he witnessed his lady love in the middle of the street, her organs crushed the same way it crushed him.
However… she has left before him.
But her hand… it was calling for him. He could hear her sweet voice calling for him to reach the heaven together.
No one dared to die with a smile that day.
But he did.
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‘I accept my fate.
Dad… I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep her safe.’