“sometimes,i hope Life is all but a long dream...”

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Chapter 25

“Ahhh!” I sat straight up, drenched in sweat. I looked around and gave a big sigh. The nightmare had continued for days. I crawled down the bed and went to the kitchen when I felt something move. I gasped. *Burglar?!!!!* In the dark, I grabbed the nearest thing beside me—----my soft-toy—-----Pichoo the pig.

I hid behind the wall, planning on attacking the criminal the moment he turns. As my heart thumped against my chest, I lifted Pichoo. Then, I saw the shadow of the figure walking towards my direction. *3,2,1* I counted silently. Then, I saw his body, and I kicked his ass, hard.

“AHHH...” the figure shouted as he fell to the floor on his knee. Merciless, I hit his head hard with Pichoo. The criminal continued screaming.

“YOU IDIOT! HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH ME! GO AND DIE!!!” I shouted loudly.

“WAIT! PERSEPHONE ANGEL, IT IS ME! ON THE DAMN LIGHT!” a voice screamed a higher octave than mine.

I stopped. *that voice sounds familiar...* I dropped Pichoo and went to on the light as instructed. As the light flickered open, I gasped. “OMQ!Sapphire!”

The Sapphire that knelt in front of me was in “dire straits”. Her sitting pose was awkward, her make-up smudged and her usually straight, blonde and not-a-strand-out-of-place hair was in a huge mess. Totally out of place. So not the Queen of Angels. Her eyes were the scariest. They were staring at me like she was going to gobble me up in one gulp.

Oops,I am so dead.

However, I still could not help but double up laughing.She was looking so funny! “Stop the laughter now!” she screeched,embarrassed. I bit the insides of my cheeks and gave her the most solemn look I could muster.

“What brings you here?” I asked, still trying to stop my laughing.

She started her nagging in a stern voice, “Well, I heard you were kidnapped by Lisbon Dead ---again. The whole imperial court searched high and low for you---again. Aren’t you a troublesome girl?! How can someone like that be the Queen of—“

“Destiny Angels? You have to understand that a Queen cannot be so irresponsible and negligent of her behaviour!” I finished for her, using the exact tone. I smiled back at her cheekily,” My memory is good,huh?”

Sapphire sighed. “And another thing.Dun freak out,ok? Lisbon Dead...he...He committed suicide.”

My smile stoned in mid-air. Slowly, it faded away. It seemed that time stopped and the world stopped revolving. The sentence hung in my mind as I looked blankly at Sapphire.

Sapphire just moved over and comforted me. She embraced me in those long arms of hers. Her warm body just brought out the feelings. “Dearie, it’s ok. It is said that he died peacefully.” Her soothing words brushed against my ear.

“Why? Why did he ..he..do that?” my voice hoarse and I felt hard to say the two words—“committed suicide.” It seemed too painful. I did not want to touch the raw nerve in my heart. After I had “half-healed” my heart, planned to forget him and start life anew. Just be the old Sephy. The only mission in my life was to plan a destiny to the chosen one. Yet, now, everything seemed clearly impossible.

“The Devil King ordered his ministers to kill him, but the guilt-ridden Prince killed himself to atone for his misdeed,” she explained.

“What misdeed? “ I asked, though the answer was clearly in my mind.

“Hankering after lust. Rule number 109 in the Devil’s law. The Prince fouled it.” Sapphire said reluctantly and cautiously. She eyed my expression carefully as she spoke.

I purposely remained indifferent. My facial expression never changed. I just continued my blank look. However, inside, my heart lurched and my stomach flipped over. I felt like puking. I was disgusted by myself. The selfish me. On the surface, it seemed that I was afraid that other obstacles will come between me and Lisbon. On the inside, I was just afraid of love. I was afraid of getting hurt. I was reluctant to believe in happily ever after.

*You are one disgusting freaking bitch.* I concluded silently.