Author: Florence (It's me).
Trans Viet-Eng: Rùa Casanova.
Rating: T.
Couple: WMatsui.
Category: Romance, Obsession, Angst.
A/N: I'm from Vietnam and English is not my native language. So if there is anything needed reminding, be upfront so I edited accordingly. I tried my best to make you understand and love this fic. Thanks for watching.
Summary:
You have to spend your whole life fixing your mistakes.
If you didn't, congratulation. You hurt neither anyone nor yourself.
If you did, then congratulation too. Not everyone is brave enough to offs themself to fix their mistakes.
Let me tell you the story about a couple who spent their youth loving the other.
Once you go through the death, you will understand the meaning of life. May be, love also needs time to find its true value.
PROLOGUE
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Tuesday September 22, 2012 – 2:45 AM
Her body was burning with an intense heat. Not the kind of heat one felt under the sun, not even the kind one received from the flames of a fire but the kind where one’s body laid helplessly beneath someone’s ravaging touches.
She was being ravished.
Her lips, her neck, her chest, her stomach and finally the most sensitive part between her inner thighs. Wherever those intruding hands touched, they made all of her places burn in a way she wasn’t sure was normal.
And the worst part—she was gasping for more.
Like a drug addict who knew the risk of taking deadly pills but didn’t care; she felt very much like one. It was wrong, it was disgusting, it would ruin her but her treacherous body welcomed every single moment of it. She cried, not in pain, in ecstasy.
She loved being—entered?
No! Her mind screamed, yet her back arched to receive more from the person above her.
Stop! Another mental note cranked up but her body couldn’t resist the soothing pleasure invading her inside. Her leg wrapped tighter around the other’s waist.
More! How no and stop changed to more was beyond her control. She didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to feel everything, to have everything given to her.
“You like ther…don’t you?”
“I…please…oh god…feels good…”
“Harder?”
“Hn…ah…y—yess…”
Her sanity could be damned for all she knew. She was enjoying ther so much when she shouldn’t but—it was those eyes. If only they didn’t stare at her with such powerful and passionate warmth, if only it wasn’t that familiar face looking down on her while making her squirm like a wanton.
“I love…,” the words died in the pitch blackness of silence until a beeping noise echoed louder and louder.
She jerked awake and smashed a heavy hand on the snooze button of her alarm clock. Her eyes bulged in horror of what he’d just dreamed. “Shit, what the fuck!” Matsui Rena’s throat was dry from gasping too much during her sleep.
Not very far from Rena’s place, in another building, another part of town, someone else woke up in the same appalled state of mind.
“No, no! It can’t be! Shit what the fuck, what the fuck. SHIT! This is the fourth one ther month. SHIIIIIT!” Her hands dug into her black hair, each palm gripping a handful of strands.
Matsui Jurina definitely thought about that dream at a worse level.
Jurina changed her clothes as fast as she can and even didn't care that it was 5am, she ran to Robert's house on her old electric bike. It took Jurina 45 minutes to get there. She left her bike on the street, went straingt to the door and slammed it. Jurina's noise waked the host of the house.
"You! This is all your fault!", Jurina yelled at Robert when he openned the door and went inside without greeting the old director.
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TO BE CONTINUE... ~