‘Everything that i had been saving up for, led to this moment. It thought it would last hours, years and hopefully decades. Should've held that thought, i jinxed it right? I messed it all up, it was me and me alone. I did it. I caused this. Those hours, years, decades went in the drain. Those flowers, long rides and kisses were for nothing.

“Let’s breakup.”

The words I never thought I would hear from him.

‘I always scoffed at people who couldn't entirely move on from their breakups. How hard could it be? But experiencing it myself, it felt like my life had no meaning after all. ‘Hurt’ was too much of an understatement. Did i expect too much from him? He didn't even give me a reason; he simply left.

“Miss, excuse me.”

‘Even i couldn't see a reason to break up. We were a perfect couple, 5 years together. Wasn't he going to propose today? Gary saw him leaving Tiffany and Co. with a small blue bag. Whom did he purchase it for? Was there someone else in his life? Was he cheating on me this whole time? Nothing was making sense.’

“Hello, miss?”

‘Then again, is it my fate to drive everyone away? Or is it my fate that everyone who meets me hates me? It has to be one or the other. The explanation couldn't be much less clear. Was it my fault this time, too? Did I mess it up all?

“Excuse me, Miss.”

“Ye-Yess?” Sabrina was too occupied in her head that she forgot her surroundings. She looked up at the waiter, who was patiently hovering over her with a small smile.

“Would you like anything else?” he asked politely.

Sabrina gazed at the untouched chocolate cake on the plate. His favorite.

“N-no, I would like to pay.”

“Your…… company already paid.”

Sabrina realized he must’ve heard everything. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of all the other people who must have heard their breakup. The waiter was holding a bread basket and napkins, ready to serve his next customer. Sabrina, embarrassed, quickly left the table.

She was walking on the sidewalk, trying to look for a cab but her mind was a mess, ‘now what should i do? What am i going to say to everyone who was expecting a ring on my finger? How am i going to move on? He snatched that away from me, killed that part of me. How can he be so cruel? Why did he choose Paris of all places to break up?’ and just like that, sadness turned into anger. ‘He could've let her down in their hotel room, or back home. Why Paris? She had been dreaming about this vacation since he proposed this idea to her. They had been saving up since last year. Every penny counted, every hour in their stress shift counted.’ and anger turned into hatred.

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\“WATCH IT!” Someone grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her towards themselves. She didn't realize that she had stepped off the curb and was walking mindlessly in the street. “Miss, are you alright?” it was an old man, looking down at her with worry. He was still grabbing on her arm. Sabrina choked, the hatred and anger finally transformed into tears, and she started sobbing. She didn't care if it was a stranger in the streets of an unknown city; she wanted to let it all out.

The old man must’ve taken pity to her. Sabrina felt his hand patting her back. “it’s alright, child.” His voice was gentle and worrying, it reminded her of her grandad. Chase had left her alone when she was at her happiest, but this man picked up all the fragments and changed her life completely. He gave her a home, a family, a job, and most of all, meaning to life. He promised to bring the world on its knees for her.

Sabrina took in the old man’s feature. Wanting to remember the face of the stranger who offered her kindness. His bald head was covered with a top hat. Walter was his name. He carried a brown polished walking stick, with a bear’s head on the handle. He looked like a gentleman, and a powerful one at that. As he gave her a second chance, he said this phrase often. “But, child, everything comes with a price.” He always showed her affection and kindness, but she knew she could never afford the price.

It became the truth.

‘Everything that I was molded into was for this moment’ as Sabrina paid the price to the man she called father, she imagined if everything was worth it. For seven years, she had laid in the field of roses and butterflies, but suddenly life wasn't about living anymore, as she was introduced to the other people. Life had become a game of cat and mouse. Life was only about surviving, as she continuously paid her debt with her patched up soul.

“W-w-why are you telling all this?” Jeremy said.

He had somehow loosened the knot, as his hands were placed on the floor of the rooftop. The collar of his shirt was wet with blood, his cheek badly bruised.

“Because you asked why I want to kill you.” Sabrina answered, twirling the blade in her hand. The sun was burning her face.

“I don't get it.” Jeremy was shedding tears. He crawled backwards, towards the railing.

“Me neither.” Brandon chimed in from behind her. He was guarding the door.

Sabrina glared at him. “Just kill him.” She said, walking away from a crying Jeremy. She had noticed a sniper on the opposite building, it was pointing the gun at her.

“Please don't do this, i have given you the code. What more do you want? Just stop, please.” Jeremy had managed to stand up, his jacket torn and his hair a mess from the beating.

“Sorry man, not my call.” Brandon replied.

Jeremy was trying to get over the railing. It would be a hassle to let the CEO’s body be found this easily. “Brandon, stop playing.” Sabrina warned him. She saw a slight movement at the sniper. “Hurry.”

Brandon winked at Jeremy and threw the blade with a perfect arc. The blade sliced through Jeremy’s artery, and the blood started spilling. Brandon grabbed his body and laid him on the floor, watching him struggle to breathe. “Make the call. Someone could’ve spotted him from the building.” He said, closing Jeremy’s eyes as the body relaxed and completely stopped twitching. Brandon turned to her and gave Sabrina a thumbs up, his black mask covering his nose and mouth, but she knew he was grinning like a lucky bastard who had won the lottery.