THE WICKED ONE | NOEL.

𝖭𝖤𝖦𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖮𝖭𝖤

"𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾,
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒."

𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝟥𝗋𝖽, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧:
𝖩𝖥𝖪 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍.

𝟧:𝟥𝟧 𝖯𝖬

"What he say?" I flick a piece of lent off Dmitri's shoulder, he looks down at me and glances at the sun setting in the distance. The private jet's engines were beginning to start up, the glossy and black exterior reflects the fluffy clouds in the sky. I haven't been on that plane since our honeymoon, of course, Dmitri used it throughout our marriage but I've only been on it once. Well, if you count us going back to America... then twice.

I could still remember it vividly, the wind was really strong that day. My innocent giggles, him holding my hand as we walked to the door of the jet. Us waving goodbye to my family as we headed off to Cancun, Mexico. It was in this same spot, this very same spot that we stand in. Now look at us, how could something so perfect get ruined? "We'll leave in five minutes, the pilot has to get the jet ready."