Prologue
628 Words
Evangeline
Why?
Why and why and why?
Countless whys appeared in my head like mad. This was what I get because of what he did to me. I thought he was my savior, but apparently he was far beyond that.
I thought he was kind, gentle, and caring. Those images were the ones that I had set up about him. I thought he was more than what I imagined. Unfortunately, reality was very cruel.
He was worse than all that.
Cold and uncaring. He only thought about himself, for his amusement. He never cared about me since the very beginning. To him, I was just a plaything, a toy to satisfy his needs. He didn’t see me as a human being, maybe he never considered me to be someone who needs respect.
He was so cruel to me, and yet..he was so gentle to her. Why he has to be so evil to me while he acted so differently with her? She was the one who broke his heart yet he shown his compassionate only to her. To the woman who stole his heart and then broke it, into pieces.
Why?
Why it has to be me?
Why not me?
He saved me back there. Saving a person whom he doesn’t even know, barely recognize me because I was the one who always served him in the cafe. I thought a miracle happened to came to me when he appeared, but the more I came to know him, the more I realized of his true self.
He treated me like I was just a piece of trash to him. He tried to broke me, broke my heart, like it was something to be destroyed with not to treasured it.
This man knew exactly on how to love someone and yet why he had to treat me this way? Or maybe he treated the girl the same way like what he was doing to me? Was that the reason of why she reject him?
Apparently so.
But still...
I was still hoping that there was still kindness remained inside him, hidden deep down in his heart. He was just refused to let me see it. Not allowing me to enter his heart because he knew on how painful it was when he was broken heart. Because of her.
But, if he give me a chance, I could save him. I could save his wounded heart if he just give me a chance to do it. And yet, he was not. He was not allowing anyone to enter his heart, not even me. Because deep down, he was still hoping for her.
Hoping for the impossible.
But that doesn’t mean he could hurt me because of his past. What’s the reason of behind it exactly?
"If you don't like me that much, then why you saved me? You should have left me alone there," I said to him, looking straight into his beautiful yet cold blue eyes.
"Why you ask?" he asked with a smirk attached on his face. He walked closer to me, slowly yet dominating. I took a step back until my back hit the wall. He immediately trapped me with his hands beside my face. I didn’t dare to look at his face. I didn't want to see his cold eyes.
"Raise your head," he ordered. I knew the second he trapped me, I couldn't get away. I slowly lifted my head up, still not looking to his eyes. "Look at me." His tone was full of authority. I looked at his eyes. Again those cold eyes as he was smiling at me. An evil smile.
"It is because... You have caught the devil's attention, Little Angel."
- Writer
