(pov hérèse )
I'm not likely to find anyone as annoying as him.
The journey seemed endless, it kept attracting my attention, so once I got home I rushed out of the car and slammed the door behind me.
I took long strides up the stairs, it wasn't even out of fear, it was just pointless because no matter the outcome I would always be the executioner and his beloved son the victim.
François doesn't even hear you calling me; he was so used to it that he helped me avoid this situation every time.
I rush into my room, my head pounding.
"Sleep and flee," whispered that voice in my head.
My vision was becoming slightly blurry, calm didn't help, I no longer had the strength to change, just standing was an ordeal.
I felt like the ceiling was continually falling on me, over and over again.
- shit~
I swept my face, trying to shake off this strange fatigue, but my body was inexplicably drawn to my bed and its comfortable ears.
"Come on, just one minute"
"It's not your fault"
"You have the right"
"Tired? Go to sleep."
That made it even more tempting.
TOC ! TOC! TOC!
Silence
I froze above the bed, my mind elsewhere, a little doubtful, were these hallucinations?
"Let everything flow…"
His eyes opened, all heaviness vanished, a discreet smile stretched his lips, he stood up very lively.
He even prays for the pleasure of stretching before whispering
– I'm just arriving in time to change.
His gaze swept around the room, examined it as if everything was new, he touched himself with curiosity, almost amused.
.
.
.
.
Everything seemed calmer; silence had returned to the corridor, but a few rooms away.
Goodwell.
He also slammed the door but didn't leave immediately; instead, he mechanically took out his phone and checked it.
– ppff~...
A long sigh escaped her lips.
His face clearly showed that this was not good news; he dragged his feet heavily without taking his eyes off the screen.
And the strangest thing was that when he headed towards those apartments, he was overtaken, almost knocked over, by hérèse.
He didn't apologize and continued on his way with both hands in his pockets.
Godwell immediately grabbed him by the collar of his shirt
BRINNNN!
His phone rang once
Goodwell smiled, tightening his grip, but hérèse seemed neutral, not even replying or taking his hands out of his pockets.
BRINNNN!
The phone rang a second time, Godwell looked at the screen indecisively but finally let go and simply ignored Hérèse for the time being.
– go clear
He murmured, pushing away the heretic with an almost disgusted or disappointed look.
– we'll talk soon, you and I
Then he picked up the phone and walked away, the first one leaving hérèse standing there…
He stared at the ground for no good reason.