Mysha

Where can I find Derek is the significant question, though?

My call is not being returned by him. Since that meeting at the cafe, I haven't seen him. Yes, I did see him as my stalker after that meeting. Not in the same way as Derek.

I got off the coach and marched in the direction of my house's exit gate. In order to locate Derek, I must take action. After grabbing my car keys, I managed to leave my house.

I need to locate Derek. I erred in judgment. An awful mistake. Derek shouldn't be treated that way by me. I'm itching to hit myself. Fuck it.

I got my car started and got it moving. Going to Derek's Home was my decision. Hopefully, he's at home. My hands continue to tremble at the unexpected betrayal. However, I'm not prepared for this. My mind is racing with a lot of ideas. These all haunting thoughts that only Derek can solve.

I've recently discovered how quickly time passes. Because love is insane, I'm not ready to stop loving Eiran.

Even now, I find it hard to accept that Eiran is the killer. This is unbelievable, at least until I look into it for myself. Every piece of evidence Derek gave me needs to be looked into again. How could I possibly accept a random theory? Perhaps all of this proof is deceptive. I'm not going to believe in anyone else at this point. 

I pick up more speed. I decided to give him another call while I was driving. I pick up my phone and give him another ring. My phone is ringing, but he is not picking up.

Screw it.

After a short while of driving. I got to Derek's house. He resides in a seventh-floor apartment. Using the elevator, I selected the seventh floor button. I'm hoping he's inside.

At last, I reached Derek's house gate. When I hurried to his house, I discovered it was locked. I'm fucked. Exasperated, I put both hands on my head.

"To whom are you looking?" Suddenly, I hear a quiet voice speaking to me. I turned to see an elderly woman asking me questions.

"The apartment's owner—" I was interrupted by her, "Derek? Are you looking for him?" Her tone is kind and serene. Her face has wrinkles, as I can see.

I quickly replied, "Yes."

"But he hasn't been here in a few days", she remarked quietly.

What!

My jaw fell to the ground in shock. My right hand is on my head and my left hand is at my waist as I stand here.

"Is there an issue?" She questioned me. In answer, I shake my head.

I strode over to the departure gate. I walk slowly, and it feels like my shoulders are heavy.

A thunderstorm is still raging and the rain is still pouring. I adore the current climate. However, my mental state is not conducive to enjoying this type of weather.

I'm dying to speak with Eiran. I would like to question him about every piece of evidence Derek gathered. I'm sure he'll kill me the same way he did Georgia, since Georgia found out about Celestino's side venture as well. I need to stop thinking. I must first conduct my own independent investigation before I can decide.

There's a sharp pain in my chest. In addition, I sense that my lungs are deficient in oxygen. I got in my car and then I breathed deeply and exhaled.

I recalled that Derek had given me some consoling remarks some time ago. They treated me harshly at the time, but they are now my only hope. I'm driving my car when a memory flashback appears in my thoughts.

“I truly want to tell you how much…I love you, but I'm not allowed to… I hate it so much when he is near you.”

My cheeks are weeping with tears. It still amazes me that he told me to leave eiran because he loves me.

“You mean you're jealous of Eiran? And you love me, which is the source of your jealousy. And I should avoid eiran because of this?” I almost chuckled while my tears continuously rolled down.

“But did you ever think that is what I want!” I said, turning my face to look him in the eyes. “Eiran is what I desire. He is my love.”

I think my remarks are like a weapon to him. A terrible, hurtful weapon that causes him much pain. His tears are being restrained by self-control.

“You're accurate. Let me assure you, nevertheless, that you will eventually discover who the real Eiran Celestino is… Y-you undoubtedly felt broken that day… However, never forget that you have me!”  He ended his profound and thought-provoking statement with, “I'm always here for you.” He dropped my hands that he was holding.

Afterward, he left.

After a lengthy drive, I can finally see my house. I simply want to see Derek and express my regret for my treatment of him.

I let myself in through my door. The rain has soaked me through. Now that my dress is totally transparent, everything is visible despite the thinness of my fabric.

There is nothing but darkness in my house. Nothing except blackness all around. Abruptly, a light from a rainstorm appears, and I see a man standing in the center of my hallway.

Who is that?

I approach him to find out who it is. Even though I'm close enough to see him, the darkness prevents me from seeing.

A light flash from a thunderstorm again. The light from the thunderstorm causes that individual to come into focus for me. I see him.

I can feel a sense of familiarity and ease creep into my eyes.

Derek is here.

I grinned broadly as a watery fluid flooded my eyes.

"I'm always here for you, as I said to you." He replies, beaming at me from across the room.

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