Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Back then, she was a constant annoyance to him, and the young man, Remington, would often snap at her with a rebellious glare.

Whenever he turned away, there she was, trailing behind him again.

He'd whip around to glare at her, and she'd just give him a timid, yet stubborn smile.

"Brother, don't knock the dog skin plaster. The name might not sound fancy, but it works wonders."

Later on, when he twisted his ankle playing basketball, that little girl, Lizetta, actually ran up and pulled out a dog skin plaster from her bag, sticking it on his ankle and cheekily drawing a lychee on it. "See, brother, told you it works. I'll be your personal dog skin plaster, sticking by you for life."

That plaster, Remington wore it for days.

And eventually, just like the plaster, Lizetta did manage to stick by him successfully.

Another day on the basketball court, some guys from the nearby court tossed Lizetta some cash, bossing her around.

"Hey, sticking to Mr. Dashiell like a dog skin plaster, huh? Go get us some iced drinks, make yourself useful."

Before the guy could finish his sentence, a basketball hit him square in the head.

He howled in pain and anger, turning around to see who threw it, his face draining of color.

Lizetta still remembered how Remington walked over to her then, already bearing his cool demeanor but with a youthful defiance.

up from where she was picking

up all that nasty

money from her hand, stuffed it into the

to me, Remington.

ended up tearfully

dared call her

would always tease

To this

Probably forgetting that the

Timothy still calls Lizetta

originated from the lychee

g on the plaster.

until Remington mentioned it, suddenly recalling

rush of complex emotions surged in her heart, her

reality, Remington

feet, "Wear these, don't catch a cold, or dancing

at the slippers, her throat tightening but she

the

can

the

took a hat out of the bag,