Follow Behind the Tinted Glass on WordPress.com

I WANT TO LOOK AT HIS FACE AND SEE IF THERE IS ANY HONESTY LEFT

The morning was very cold, but it didn’t matter. More and more people that were passing by my car were lost in the crowd that, from my perspective, looked like some sort of formicary. That didn’t matter. I remembered some things that concerned Jeff and couldn’t describe how terrible I felt. We were two agents of The Omikkron Unit, a sort of international intelligence agency. Jeff and I were the best in Europe. Really. Like two brothers, we were ready to die for each other. In one moment, while the cold rays of winter sun breached through the tinted glass of my car, a tiny smile mixed with melancholy appeared in the right corner of my lips.
urban legends woman pink dress
I remembered one situation where I was in a theater with Amanda. She looked beautiful in her long pink evening gown.  The diamonds on her neckless shined so brightly that it made her even more beautiful than she was. Suddenly, a man in a black mask stood in front of us.  He had two pistols pointing them as if he wants to put a bullet from one into me and from the other into Amanda. I remember saying something to calm the situation, but it didn’t work. He put his fingers on the triggers and we would definitely be dead if Jeff hadn’t come out of nowhere at that moment and hit the attacker. I remember the attacker defending himself, so Jeff took a bullet. I was worried and called an ambulance.
urban legends man in black
„I followed him.“ He said. „He had an order to kill both of you.“
Remembering that, I felt like I was losing all my strength and falling into a sort of depression. I couldn’t drive. No, I couldn’t even put my hands on the wheel. What happened? What made him such a bastard? I felt so betrayed. He abused my trust. Even arranged for me to take pills that would maintain my memory loss. Why? I need to meet him. At any price! I want to look sincerely at his face and see if there is any of his old honesty left. That thought gave me the strength to come back to the apartment and tell Jonas to drive to Spain.

00 comments on “I WANT TO LOOK AT HIS FACE AND SEE IF THERE IS ANY HONESTY LEFT

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Follow Behind the Tinted Glass on WordPress.com
Please wait...

Subscribe to our newsletter

Want to be notified when our article is published? Enter your email address and name below to be the first to know.
%d bloggers like this: