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Meeting a Stranger

Once the otherworlders entered their room, Marianne upon noticing his somber demeanor, reaches out to him gently, " Leo, what's wrong? You seem shaken," she asks, concern evident in her voice.

Ptince Leo hesitates for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor before he finally looks up at Marianne. "There was... an incident at the fashion show," he begins, his voice heavy with the weight of what he witnessed. "Two people, the designers... they died right in front of me," he began to explain, his tone tinged with disbelief.
"They were part of Anessa's revenge plan."

Marianne gasps in shock, "The designers...are they her siblings?!"

The Prince wordlessly nodded.

"So this is how she partakes in her revenge on her family? By killing them! Isn't this too far!" Marianne wildly gestured, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and outrage. "Leo, are you alright? Did you... see everything happen?" She asked, her concern for him overriding her shock at the situation.

Leo shook his head in the negative, his expression grim. "No...I just saw what I said before," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't get the images out of my head..."

Marianne enveloped him in a comforting embrace, her heart aching for him. "I'm so sorry you had to witness such a terrible thing," she murmured softly, holding him close. "I can't believe Anessa would traumatize you like that. How could she disregard your well-being?"

"She didn't mean to," Leo says softly. "Her mind was too deep in the moment."

"I know she didn't mean to, but her actions have consequences," Marianne said, her voice tinged with sadness. "I just wish she had thought things through before resorting to something so drastic."

Leo nodded in agreement, leaning into Marianne's embrace for comfort. "I just hope she realizes the impact of what she's done," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of resignation and concern.

"We'll make sure she understands, Leo," Marianne assured him, gently stroking his hair. "But for now, let's focus on helping you heal from this trauma. You shouldn't have to carry this burden alone."

"Thank you my love," said the otherworlder Prince affectionately.

"Any time my Prince," Marianne said back.

The two then shared a kiss.
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Meanwhile, Anessa, unable to shake off the guilt and remorse gnawing at her conscience, found herself wandering aimlessly through the dimly lit streets of the city with her disguise as Madison. The weight of her impulsive actions hung heavy on her shoulders, and she knew she needed to drown out the turmoil raging within her.

She stumbled upon a nearby bar, its neon sign flickering invitingly in the night. Without hesitation, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, seeking solace in the embrace of alcohol.

The dimly lit interior of the bar greeted her with the smell of stale cigarettes and spilled alcohol. Anessa made her way to the counter, her movements unsteady as she took a seat on one of the worn-out barstools.

"Whiskey," she muttered to the bartender, her voice tinged with desperation.

The bartender, a burly man with a weathered face, nodded silently and poured her a generous glass of amber liquid. Anessa wasted no time in downing the drink in one gulp, relishing the burning sensation that spread through her body.

With each subsequent glass, Anessa felt herself sinking deeper into the haze of intoxication, her thoughts becoming increasingly blurred and disjointed. She tried to push away the guilt and regret that threatened to consume her, but the memories Leo's disturbed expression refused to relent.

I can't believe I traumatized a freaking kid! Why didn't I think my plans through?! She thought with self-contempt.

Is my revenge...making me lose myself?

Am I...losing my humanity?

As the night wore on, Anessa lost track of time, lost in a sea of alcohol and self-loathing. She knew that she had made a grave mistake, one that she may have to live with.

But for now, all she could do was drown her feelings in the bottom of a whiskey glass, hoping to numb the pain that gnawed at her soul.

As Anessa sat at the bar, nursing her whiskey, a handsome young man with white hair and purple eyes took a seat beside her. He couldn't help but notice her state - the slumped shoulders, the vacant stare, the way she seemed lost in her own thoughts.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. "You seem... troubled."

Anessa glanced at him, momentarily taken aback by his unexpected attention. She managed a weak smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice hollow. "Just... dealing with some things."

The man studied her for a moment, his gaze searching. "You don't look fine," he observed quietly. "Whatever it is, it seems like it's weighing heavily on you."

Anessa sighed, feeling the weight of her guilt press down on her even more. "It's complicated," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "Sometimes, talking about it helps," he offered gently. "I'm here to listen if you need someone to talk to."

"It is not something I should talk to a stranger about. It's very personal" She said.

The man nodded understandingly, respecting her boundaries. "I understand," he said softly. "But if you ever feel like talking, I'll be here."

Anessa appreciated his understanding, feeling a sense of relief that he didn't push her further. Despite her reluctance to open up about her troubles, she found herself strangely drawn to the man's presence.

They fell into an easy conversation, discussing random topics that seemed to flow effortlessly between them. Anessa discovered that they had more in common than she initially thought, like their shared interests in computers and understanding of life's complexities.

Before she knew it, the hours had passed, and the dimly lit bar had grown quiet. Anessa glanced at the clock, surprised by how quickly time had flown in the company of this stranger.

"I should probably be going," she said reluctantly, realizing that she had found an unexpected sense of comfort in his presence.

The man nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "It was nice talking to you," he said sincerely. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

Anessa nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this stranger who had helped her forget, if only for a little while, the weight of her guilt and remorse.

As she began to exit the bar, Anessa suddenly stopped herself and faced the man again.

Anessa hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she mustered up the courage to speak again.

"Wait, before I go" she said, her voice soft yet determined.

The man, still sitting at the bat turned to look at her, his gaze curious yet attentive.

"I realize I never asked for your name," Anessa admitted, a hint of sheepishness coloring her tone.

A gentle smile spread across the man's lips, his eyes warm. "It's alright," he replied kindly. "My name is Rowan Reinhart."

"Rowan," Anessa repeated, the name rolling off her tongue. "My name is Madison. Thank you, Rowan, for being here talking to me."

Rowan's smile widened, "You're welcome, Madison," he said sincerely. "And thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me. If you ever need someone to talk to again, you know where to find me."

Anessa nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over her. "I'll remember that," she said softly before offering him a small smile and turning to leave the bar.