Died
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As her fangs finally were taken out of his flesh, Allen's hand that had been gripping his arm eventually freed Alex from her tight grip as it slowly fell.
She now looked like a lifeless doll lying silently in the bed. Her ruby-like eyes looked straight to the ceiling, but they looked blank.
There are traces of blood left on the corner of her mouth, adding more color to her red, thin lips. A trail of bloody tears remained from the corner of her eyes to her ears.
Such a sight would look bloody and horrifying if it were applied to someone else, yet for Allen, she looked more like a bloody masterpiece.
A beautiful living doll unlike any other, capable of gaining sympathy, grief, and sorrow.
Unknown to Alex, his actions of wiping her tears brought Allen's consciousness back to the time she had met him.
She was torn between dream and actuality. Allen didn't know whether it was a dream, but she felt herself being brought back on the day she first met Alex.
** a Few months ago…
As a warm finger gently wiped her tears from the corner of her right eye, Lyra couldn't help but be scared by this action because as far as she could remember, no one had ever cared for her while she was in the lab.
Her heart started pounding, unable to think who it could be and why would this person bestow such a caring act upon her.
When Lyra slowly opened her eyes, she saw a young man about twenty-six years old.
His sharp yet gentle features were very attractive. Such a countenance was very pleasing to the eyes and enough to make her feel calm.
With that kind face, especially when he smiled, those thin, red lips, high nose, long eyelashes coupled with a pair of beautiful translucent emerald-like eyes, made him look even more outstanding.
His eyes though, however beautiful, couldn't mask his pain and sorrow as they stared at her.
It was as if those eyes could make you feel the same emotion by looking him straight in the eye, expressing a thousand words without him even speaking.
Seeing the unfamiliar man, who just retracted his hand that he used to wipe her tears, sitting at the edge of the bed beside her, Lyra did not try to speak at first.
She simply turned her head to look around to inspect her surroundings like she used to do when she was still in the lab.
Although the moment she opened her eyes, Lyra already perceived that she was lying in a soft and comfortable bed. Not like the metal bed, she slept in when she was still in the lab.
Lyra calmly moved her body. She slowly tried to sit up, ignoring the young man who leaned over to carefully help her.
He placed a soft pillow on her back while she did a quick sweep to look at her surroundings.
Feeling astounded after noticing that she is now in a large deluxe room. It has the soft color of wall paint, making her feel relaxed and comfortable.
Blinking her eyes in confusion and wondering about the situation, Lyra looked back at the young man who returned to the same spot.
He stared intently at her, with that gentle smile on his lips unchanged.
Lyra opened her mouth to speak when a clear and unfamiliar voice, ringing like drops of water in a silent forest, was heard and left her perplexed. "Who are you?"
Lyra: "..." What happened to my voice?
"Don't you remember?" The young man asked softly.
His voice was gentle as he scrutinized Lyra's confused face after she spoke. "That's your new voice.. Very pleasing to the ears, isn't it?"
"New, new voice? How could it be... How is that possible?!" Facing the young man, Lyra's eyes rounded and widened in disbelief.
Lyra could only come up with the thought that it might be one of the bizarre outcomes from all the drugs injected into her body.
Although she could not understand how it could cause such a big change, as it was way too different from her original voice, it was no longer important.
She needed to know who that young man was and what he was aiming for.
As Lyra was trying to remember who he was, she doesn't remember ever meeting him. Not even from the lab.
Since she still had no idea, she figured it would be better to just say outright, "I don't think I know you.."
Lyra tried very hard to recall who he was, but her head began to hurt when she attempted to remember everything that had happened from the day she had been taken as a test subject.
"Don't force yourself to recall everything, there are memories you might not remember after we escaped." The young man said with a hint of distress and worry while he gently stroked Lyra's head the moment he saw her pained expression.
Suffering from such a headache, Lyra had no choice but to force herself to stop recalling those terrifying experiences.
But just based on what the young man said, she cannot recall anything about escaping, or rather, it seems that she had an incomplete memory of what had happened in the past years.
"What exactly happened?" Lyra asked, her brows knitted in confusion.
Other than her speculation that the young man knew who she was, she was comfortable being around him.
Lyra felt complicated. She had decided long ago to stop believing in anyone since she had been abducted.
With a forced smile, the young man shook his head in response. His next question astounded Lyra and shook her heart tremendously.
"Do you remember how you died just to escape?" the young man asked in a hoarse and trembling voice.
The corner of his beautiful emerald eyes gradually reddened. His eyes clearly showed his grief but he fought for the tears not to fall.
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