HEART
Strange Man

"What are you doing?"

The two men stared for a moment.

The cold summer breeze touched his skin. The man grinned, "Walking to Adam, huh?"

Miranda thought that the man who came out of the ash-colored car was Adam. Since they were cousins, it all felt possible to bear a resemblance and have many people fooled. Yep. Jacob and Adam are sometimes considered twin brothers.

But the heart can never be changed, it knows where it is destined. Although Miranda realized.falling one of the two people she never wanted to be her destiny.

Everyone knows they are trapped in a labyrinth that makes them always return to the wrong path.

"It's none of your business" Miranda passed the man and tried not to be swayed by his grin.

And everyone knows that Jacob won't let go of Miranda that easily. His arms were blocked as if not letting the woman ignore him for the last time.

"Your disappointment is obvious, Miranda." Jacob chuckled, "It's only now that you don't have a chance anymore, huh?"

"Tell me whatever you want" Miranda returned that gaze, a gaze that always made her feel scared and guilty at once. "I don't have time to serve you."

This time Jacob let the delicate hand slip from his grasp. Throwing a short glance, Miranda really wasted no time in lifting her legs from her side.

"If Adam had known what happened between us that night..."

Miranda turned around again, with quick steps and an expression that could not be said to be calm, the woman said, "We will finish our business later."

Jacob smiled with satisfaction, stroking the woman's beautiful face with his rough fingers. "You're too rash Miranda. You can ignore me now, but soon you'll be after me."

The two did not realize that Sophia saw the intimate scene from behind the window with a sad face. He doesn't miss everything Jacob did to Miranda, including a brief kiss on her cheek before Jacob entered her house.

"I can't, Auntie. I guess there's really no gap for me."

"You sure, Miranda?"

"I always didn't want to believe it," she should have realized that the woman's smile was a mask for the cry in her heart, "While unrequited love hurts, it hurts, but forcing Adam to love me would only hurt me more."

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His body was violently pushed, and then the pain began to spread when one unexpected action knocked down his entire self-esteem.

"Ada—"

THE PLAQUE!

Until Psyche who was still standing in front of the door was stunned. Even more surprised when the Louvander man said, "This is all just a misunderstanding... Psyches." It was as if he had realized his presence without needing to turn around once.

The woman was still holding onto her flushed cheeks, while her two eyes were round in disbelief. One; because of Adam's actions, two; for finding Psyche Heartfillia on the doorstep of the room barefoot.

"What the fuck?!"

Adam sniffed after the woman yelled, "I should have told you that!—Karin."

The woman laughed, still unable to believe what she was getting at the expensive lodging of Adam Louvander.

"It's interesting, though," Karin looked at the two people in turn. He showed his cynical laughter without hesitation, "I think I understand now. So last night, the woman you were referring to was this Heartfillia?"

"It's good that you understand" His expression and cold tone were a warning, as if to affirm to Psyche that the woman's presence was not his will. "That way you can quickly get your feet out of here."

"Adam!"

"We have no relationship anymore." His eyes flashed sharply, making Karin involuntarily rewind her steps with a trembling look. "Do I need to drag you with both hands?"

Psyche is still there. Watching all that and guessing is it all just a charade?

"Well..." Karin laughed again, louder, echoing in the room. His pride was hurt, but anger had already burned his heart. "Good news, I should have guessed that you'd end up with him too." The cynical gaze turned on Psyche, her index finger fixed on the woman. "You see? Adam will do the same to you one day."

His steps were rough and hasty. Before she disappeared, she slammed the door and swerved toward Adam.

No. gabe. Adam never played a show. Didn't he always say that he was the most honest man in the world?

"We accidentally met last night, when I went back to the stall." the man turned around, not changing his expression at all. "She was a little drunk and told me that she had divorced her husband."

Psyche. His head felt more dizzy and did not know what to do. So when Adam approached, Psyche was still staring with a gaze that never turned from the wooden floor under her feet.

"I know, you've never trusted anyone, like me." Adam whispered softly, with a stiff movement his hand grabbed the woman into an embrace. "No need to believe it if you don't want to."

Psyche gulps. His forehead came into contact with the man's chin. Then he looked up, staring at Adam who was staring at him as well.

They love each other, but never trust each other. It's the same thing that doesn't mean anything. Even the foundation was not there, how could they build this relationship to become stronger?

Trust is more expensive than love. You can fall in love with an*******, but you can never trust it until anytime. Then all that time, you never needed it in your life.

Maybe Adam just didn't want to admit that he was starting to trust the woman, because in fact he didn't want to involve Psyche in a misunderstanding. Also, as he was intoxicated after releasing the woman with his own hands.

Adam was never 'honest' of it, if Psyche knew. He does not want to look weak and weak. At least have to maintain a little bit of his pride as a man. Scavenging the remains that had collapsed ever since he knelt under Psyche's feet and cried for her.

"Only one that I have really trusted all this time," Psyche tiptoed, pulled Adam's neck and****** his lips short. Removing the woman's lips from hers. "You've never loved her, even if she's the woman you've been proud of in front of me and compared to."

Adam blinked, "You still remember that?"

Psyche pees, "Always, Adam. A woman can never forget the thing that made her heart ache."

"In that case, how do you cure it?"

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"Sorry I'm late,"

It was better than Miranda refusing her invitation to meet at one of the less crowded cafes.

Leon smiled thinly while upholding his body. "No problem." His hand shook lightly, "Should I impress you something?"

Miranda shook her head, "No need, I can't linger here either." He could not possibly say that he had spent two cups of tea at the Louvander Mansion before meeting the man. "Is there anything you want to say?"

Miranda looked agitated and hurried in Leon's viewpoint. The calmness and maturity that he always displayed was lost, he hoped that all of it had nothing to do with Adam or Psyche.

"I like you" Leon said without further ado and Miranda was not surprised by the statement. "You must have known from the beginning, right?"

He knows who the woman's heart is for, but he doesn't want to give up until Miranda gives her the answer herself.

Miranda shook her head softly, her smile looking forced. In the past he would have loved to receive so many statements like this from a thousand men. Compared to the upside after he was rejected by one man, everything even felt troublesome.

More than that, the reason is not Adam's problem anymore. For that he chose to let go of someone who was never in his grasp. Also, break one more heart, before ending it all.

"I can't, not because of someone I love, but because I don't want to involve you in any of this."

Among all the men he had ever known, Leon was a man who always gave a warm smile without masks and pretenses. Maybe everyone can like it, but protecting it is more important. Too cruel to take advantage of his kindness.

"I know, Miranda," unexpectedly the man smiled sincerely, "I just want us to be good friends even though you know I'm Psyche's best friend."

Aw, Psyche.

Psyche has taken Adam's attention away from him.

"I see," Miranda smiled bitterly, "You don't need to worry. I don't hate that woman."

He simply did not want to admit his own defeat.

"Thank God," Leon sighed in relief, "I hope you can be happy, Miranda."

The woman's head was raised, not expecting it to come out of the mouth of a man who always felt unilateral love.

Once again Leon smiled, "Happy doesn't always mean getting what we want." The man took his eyes towards the window. Chant a prayer for one more woman far away. "If the path is like this, God may know he's not what we need."