[Seven-Minute Semblance] GENIUSFORSALE & VORSTELLUNGEN

VORSTELLUNGEN || Chapter 11 - Chiaroscuro

Arthur Ducere.

5. April.
Wednesday, 1:00 p.m.
Victoria, Laguna.

I HAVE been standing outside a little bungalow for an hour. It's located away from the town, surrounded by trees and flowering plants. Every now and then a duck or two passes by, followed by their ducklings.

The wind shakes the trees and birds flitter from branch to branch. There are faint animal noises coming from a distance. It's a good day to head to a river and throw myself there.

After I secure Melissa's safety, maybe I should go to a nearby river.

I want to bring Lance to a river or a lake or a beach. Beaches during this month are too crowded. A river or a stream will do. Hiking sounds fun, too. We can camp. Camping sounds fun. Stargazing sounds fun. Anywhere with Lance sounds fun.

Ahh, I married him.

Although we haven't had our time alone since our wedding. He was all, Vorstellungen, Vorstellungen, protect Uresonderry, follow orders from Niall, talk to Odin, protect Freyr and Freyja, follow orders from Niall, complain about Uresonderry and Dave, complain about Vorstellungen, think about how to protect the kids, complain about the kids.

Everyone who has called me Lance's wife hasn't heard him yap and complain about Uresonderry and the other kids. Those kids combined are an exceptional variant of headache.

I wish I could go back to the time when I was Lance's only headache.

I wish...

I wish I hadn't married him if it meant chaos.

Maybe I would still be in Lance's mind more often.

I slap myself in both cheeks and shake my head. This chaos is because of Henrik Whitdur. Everything is because of our fathers who know shit about raising children. Parents should pass a psyche eval before being given permission to have a child.

NJ didn't even know he had Edward Dace until a few years ago.

"Damn you, Lukas!" Melissa Drew storms out of the house, stomps her way towards me, and throws a punch in my face.

I deserve that. I was busy daydreaming.

"Anong gusto mo, bakit ka nagpunta dito?!" she squawks. She reminds me of Edward Dace. The physique, the shrill voice, the hatred.

I rub my cheek. "Siegfried Lukas asked me to check on you and secure your safety."

She crosses her arms. "We're safe. Walang nakakakilala sa 'min dito, hindi ako nakikipag-usap kahit kanino. Si Edward? Kumusta?"

I furrow my brows. "We?"

"Before I answer that." She grabs my collar, drags me down, and swings her fist, punching me in the other cheek. "This is for shooting Joyeuse. Anong iniisip mo?! Nakita mo ba 'yong bata? Kawawa naman, nawalan pa ng ala-ala!"