Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Liz, are you afraid of falling for me again? Or are you afraid that deep down, you're still in love with me?"

The only response he got was the sound of the door being double-locked, followed by Lizetta's cool voice. "I'm going to bed. You better leave!"

"Goodnight then," Remington replied.

Behind the door, Lizetta smirked mockingly. As if she wished him a good night.

He was just being sentimental. She simply didn't want to owe him anything after their divorce.

But then, a familiar knocking pattern came through the door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Three quick, one slow.

Just like the countless times they had said goodnight through a wall.

Lizetta's mocking smile froze, her eyes suddenly moist.

But she didn't raise her hand to respond. Instead, she quickly moved away from the door and entered the master bathroom. Remington leaned against the door, waiting in vain for her to knock back. All he heard was her receding footsteps.

He sighed softly after a while.

That night, Lizetta found it hard to sleep. Hans' appearance had indeed affected her.

She slept fitfully, her dreams filled with a sense of running, shrouded in a fog of blood.

the next morning, her

for a while before getting up and opening her bedroom

expect was the aroma of

been living alone these

kitchen, only to witness

there, dressed in a white shirt and black

a pink and yellow floral one with ruffle edges that Lizetta had bought a few

he hadn't left last

"Good morning, Liz."

turned around, greeting her as if it

coming on. "Why didn't

say I was leaving last night?" Remington

the stove, lifting the

The noodles won't

her teeth, standing still, utterly

his gaze

Boftend

hair, which somehow made

even

hair, but Lizetta

door, Lizetta turned the faucet

to

locks first thing later.