BROKEN BUTTERFLY; Beyond The Night That Differs Love And Lust
PROLOGUES

Beyond The Night That Differs Love and Lust

Prologues

My heart is beating fast. I'm trying to walk as reasonably as possible, just faster. I don't dare look left-right, let alone look back. I knew he was there, following me. Faster! My house is visible. I couldn't help but run towards the door, pulling the key out of my pants pocket with trembling hands. I dropped the key! With my hands still shaking I took the key, put it into the keyhole, the CLICK sound as I turned it gave an unusual sensation of relief. I safely arrived at my house.

As soon as I entered the cold immediately greeted me. My clothes were soaking wet, fear made me ignore the fact that I was walking, running a little, in the rain. And my house doesn't treat this cold, nobody welcomes me with towels and dry clothes, or hot coffee. I live alone in this house. And this coldness does not sympathize in the least with my circumstances.

I started to catch my breath. Drops of water wet the floor, it's a hassle if I stay here. Should immediately dry yourself and replace with dry clothes. Staying alone plus most of the time I spend at school makes me not want to bother taking care of the house, so I always avoid things that make me have to clean up like group activities in my house. That question I usually leave to Weena Shurelion, the head of my class is also my best friend since childhood. Today I just came from his house, or rather his boarding room, for group activities. The boarding room yes, maybe I can find a boarding room for myself, however taking care of a house this big can be very troublesome.

The sound of TV is heard from the middle room. I was sitting comfortably facing my study table on the second floor, a warm cup of coffee I was holding warmed my palm. At least I'm starting to think clearly about what just happened. About a week ago, it was raining pretty hard that day, I was on my way home from the library. I had a chance to cross paths with a student from my school who seemed to be in a hurry to avoid the torrential rain. I myself was in a hurry at that time, so I took a shortcut through the park near my house. Naturally I will not take this route, this park is always crowded with children who play after school, but other stories if the rain is heavy like this.

As I thought the park was deserted. I could pass by without feeling awkward or distracted, I thought. I paused for a moment to see the silhouette of someone standing in an empty park because of the heavy rain. A woman, I thought as I approached her slowly. He looked at the sky blankly, letting the raindrops wash his face. A sight I've never seen before. The woman let me pass by as if ignoring my whereabouts. There was a cold sensation running through my spine as I passed through it, a sensation that seemed to prevent me from looking back at the woman and telling me to hurry home.

I try not to think badly of that woman

But now the problem is getting more and more complex because these days I feel followed by someone. Who or what followed me was not so clear, only that I knew that I was being followed. I told Weena about this and she told me to call her whenever I needed it. He really can count on me, even for something like this, which could be just my imagination.

There was a news broadcast from the TV that I let light up on the first floor, a news that was about a murder a few months ago. I got out of my chair, this news has been bothering me this week I don't want to hear it. I hope this case can subside soon like it's raining out there. Waitaminute! From my room I could see the rain outside had subsided, but not only that.

I opened the curtain of my window to make sure, from the gap I could see the figure. There, right across the street from my room facing straight at him. The woman was there, with sharp eyes and a sly smile that was inviting suspicion, looking right at me like she was watching her prey. I was stunned for a moment, my fingers lost their strength and the coffee-filled mug fell to the floor. Immediately I grabbed a smartphone on my desk, and before long a connecting tone sounded.

That sweet voice was heard from across the phone, a voice I knew very well.

“She..the woman is here! Help me, Weena!”

“Police found evidence related to the murder two months ago. According to detective Panca, the detective who handled the case, there is a connection between this murder case and the previous murder case which is only a few weeks away. Police are considering the similarity of suspects in this murder case.”

“Yes, the evidence we found did indeed lead to a single suspect. We are still conducting an investigation to find the perpetrator who until now has killed these two people.”

“...Suspects of this serial murder are still hanging around, police are calling on people to be more careful...”.

The TV voice that was just sounding faint is now like echoing in my head. Terrible terror enveloped me, no more words to speak. I hope my friend understands what I mean. Please, Weena.. Save me!

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