How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Zcyhie Elizabeth's POV
The sun shined brightly from the horizon making the sunlight passed through my grandfather's window. I glanced towards him. "But you couldn't fire me just like that, Gramps!" I said.
This office chose materials to complement the simple aesthetic of white-painted walls and exposed concrete flooring inside. Many interventions such as the staircase, flooring and walls were made of pale wood.
I held my gaze at the translucent glass doors fold open which revealed the studio and then, back at my Gramps.
"Yes. I can Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis!" he said, pointing his index finger towards my direction.
"But Gramps, I'm already eighteen turning nineteen, I can already handle that."
"And with that kind of attitude, think you could handle that?"
"But Gramps! I'm going to starve to death." I stomped my feet in annoyance.
"You're staying at my house. Of course, you're not going to starve," he said.
"But Gramps! Look, I'm getting thinner."
"Then, eat more nutritious foods. No more buts." He paused, laughing at his swiveled chair. "You may now go," he added.
I was about to respond, but then I saw a man, who was probably the same age as me entered the room. I fixed my skirt as I stood up from the gray sofa. He was so tall. I met his gaze momentarily. His eyes were as blue as the ocean. It was very capturing to the point that I almost lost my senses. But I liked his scent; I could smell comfort.
"Just hand me the documents."
"Alright, sir." I saw him placed the files beside Gramp's table. I pouted. I am already fired. I am not even starting yet.
"Bye, Gramps!" I bid goodbye as I waved my hand. I closed the door and walked towards the elevator.
My Grandpa chose this design for his modernized office and I kinda liked it. Color was introduced by the speckled pink kitchen tiles and bathroom tiles. They were intended to be reminiscent of the flooring in the courtyard at the front, which was decorated with greenery.
I went passed the large workshop, kitchen and bathroom which were located on the third level. A staircase was slotted between the kitchen and the workshop to lead up to the mezzanine, which contained three separate workspaces.
The main space was left open for overflow and group activities like ping pong... my Grandpa's favorite leisure.
I was about to reach the button when I heard someone spoke. He pinched his nose bridge before he smiled, showing his two dimples on his cheeks.
"Lincoln Evans," the boy with the blue eyes spoke extending his hands over me. I cleared my throat staring at him for a split second and returned his gesture.
