The Captives of Love

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Mathias's secret on that

le I was writing. Perhaps due to the persistent rainy days lately, my migr

t, I felt an incessant itch on my face, as if something was lightly brushi

What I saw were a pair of bloodshot eyes staring intently a

uit knife. His body was bent in a twisted posture, and his expressionless

t trembled in the corner. Was this sleepwalking? Or did he really in

e in his hand slowly descended, embedding deeply into the thick carpet. Watc

iend's place. Clara and I had always been close, but after getting married, I had gradually dista

Mathias's handsome, gentle face. He was as gentle as ever, placing a fried egg on a plate, showing no sign of th

kly composed himself and smiled lightly. "Hannah, you must have had a nightmare. The cut on your hand

sh can, mocking my suspicious mind. Clara also tried to comfort me before heading to w

day's news?" A colleague approached with a gossiping look. I wasn't in the mood for gossip a

n his twin sons! The scene was gruesome; the bodies were so decompo

ace, the colleague quickly added, "Oh, it's just a jerk. Hannah, you

t started dating. Maybe it really was just a nightmare. Feeling slightly relieved, I quickly finishe

re standing at the window, back facing me. I smiled and ap

lled back, showing only the whites, with eerie blood vessels, almost obscuring his pupils. In

seem to want to let me go, lurching towards me in a strange way. My survival instinct kicked

s the door and fled. Only after catching my breath at a ne

hey kicked open my apartment's door, but the room was empty and immaculate, with no

oon after, looking a bit tired. "I've been preparing lessons at schoo

t as he had said. I looked at my husband, who continued apologizing to the polic