This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Bitter Reality

By Freya Ollivierra.

I don't know where you are right now, but I always pray that you're okay. I hope that, one day, Jordan finds you and gives me this post.

Our meeting at the party is the last meeting, because after this I will face the Divine. I'll donate my heart to Jordan. He's the hero of my life, without him maybe I've been gone a long time.

And again, I want you to be happy. Although Jordan can't love you yet, he loves you very much. He wants to make you happy. Freya, your presence gives me another color in my life. I'm glad I ever knew you, and I love you. I can't win your heart, but I never regret this feeling. By donating my heart to Jordan, one organ of my body will always accompany you. I happy. And I hope you're happy with Jordan, too.

Alex.

The more tightly Freya gripped the sheet of paper, her heart ached to find out the truth about Alex. Never would he have imagined, if the man had put his taste on him. And never did he expect, that man would sacrifice his life for his sake.

"Why the man who loves me always ends tragically. Jonathan, Marcel, Calvin, and now Alex. That's how I am," wailed Freya inwardly.

Freya closed her eyes, dispelling the pain and pain that sliced through the arteries. An inexhaustible regret, burying himself in a nestapa hole. The memories of the past again flashed through the memories, he longed for his life as a normal human being.

"I'm sorry Alex, I'm sorry" Freya whispered. He clutched tightly onto a white sheet filled with scribbles of ink. The man who was always there for her, is now gone because of her.

"Why are you doing all this, Lex?" Freya lowered her head in grief, her heart completely devastated to realize this bitter fact.

"Stop crying! Your tears can't bring Alex back! It's free for you to keep saying sorry, Alex is gone, and he's never coming back with us!" hardik Jordan with a sharp look.

"I'm sorry" Freya said an apology.

"Shut up! Your apologies are completely useless! You have to pay for what you did, Freya. You've killed the man I love, in the future I'll make you live in misery." Jordan crouched down in front of Freya, and uttered the sentence right in front of her face.

"Jordan, I don't know if he's keeping a taste for me. And .. I didn't think he would do any of this either. I really didn't mean it, Jordan. I'm sorry, I don't want to lose Alex." Freya answered with a whim.

"And you'd rather I die, yeah!" snapped Jordan.

"Jordan, i___"

"I shouldn't have helped you that night, I should have just let you die by the side of the road. I'm sorry to have involved you in my life, Freya!" jordan concluded before Freya could continue her sentence.

Freya did not answer, only the tears that continued to break more and more.

"Follow me." Jordan pulled Freya's hand violently. Forcing the woman to stand up and follow in her footsteps.

"Free Jordan!" scream Freya. He tried to shake off Jordan's hand that was clutching his arm.

"Follow me, and take responsibility for what you did!" jordan was furious without stopping his steps. He continued walking fast, while still pulling Freya's arm.

Freya wiped the remains of tears, she did not want employees to see her cry. With his heart still turbulent, he followed Jordan's steps that took him nowhere.

***

Jordan stops his car in front of the three-story mansion, then he pulls Freya out, after the security guard opens the gate.

"Park it right!" jordan's orders to the security guard.

With tears still breaking, Freya followed Jordan into the sturdy building. His legs continued to swing, offsetting the footsteps of the man before him.

"From now on, you will have no freedom. Your life is in my hands!" jordan grumbled with a hunting breath.

Freya did not reply, she only glanced at Jordan at a glance. In fact, fighting Jordan was not difficult, but due to the harsh reality that hit him mentally, he had no power to do it all.

"Shut up here, and don't even think about running away!" furious Jordan. Then he left Freya alone, not forgetting he closed the door and locked it from the outside.

After Jordan disappeared from view, Freya again shed tears. Friends who have been considered brothers, it turns out to save feelings for him. And now, indirectly Freya was the one who took his life.

"Why can I be this cruel, Clavin, Alex, they died for me. Truly I do not deserve all that" Freya said on the sidelines of a sob.

Freya dropped her body on the floor. Fused with the cold marble that was not as cold as his life at this time. Every time he gets a glimmer of light, reality always makes him go out, before he can fluoresce.

Freya hugged her knees, and buried her face there. She shed her tears in solitude. Changing the past is impossible. The only way he could do to ease the burden, was to spend the remains of tears.

Long enough Freya drowned in lara, until she was unconscious with seconds of time that kept turning. I don't know how long she's been in the room, suddenly the servant's aunt opens the door, and delivers food for her.

"Non, this is the dinner I've prepared." The servant aunt stepped in, and placed the tray on the table.

"I'm not hungry" Freya replied without looking.

"But this is an order from Mr. Jordan, Non. If Non Freya doesn't eat, I'll be scolded."

Freya took a deep breath, then moved from her seat. With eyes still careless, Freya stared fixedly at aunt.

"All right, I'll eat. But ... Auntie also has to help me" Freya said.

"What can I help you with, Nope?"

Freya smiled faintly, leaning on her body, and whispering in the servant's ear. The middle-aged woman gasped, a little shocked at Freya's request.

"Non Freya__"

"Don't make me wait, Bi," Freya concluded.

"Well Non, well .. I'll get you," replied the servant's aunt.

***

The hour hand shows at 08:00 p.m., Jordan has just finished his work related to business in Russia.

The man with the blue eyes lit up a cigarette, and took a strong sip. He hoped his burden would be slightly reduced, carried away by the smoke he had emitted.

Then Jordan got up from his seat, his burly legs leading him to the room where Freya was. Inwardly, Jordan guessed what their relationship would look like after this. The woman who used to be a partner, was also once a lover. Jordan wants to make it a toy. But in his heart, he hesitated. Is he really capable of doing that?

Moments later, Jordan arrived at the doorway. Without waiting for a long time he turned the key, and prepared to enter the room.

However, Jordan's body pecked for a moment. His feet were on the floor and could not be moved. Even the cigarette, tucked between the fingers, fell unnoticed. What Freya did made all of her body freeze helplessly. Jordan's world stopped at that moment.

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