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Gary’s memories held onto his words tightly. Despite his reputation as a playboy, a man who had experienced the charms of countless admirers, he remained amused yet proud by Randel’s understated demeanor.
The allure of Randel’s solitary nature would only deepen anyone’s–let alone a woman’s–fascination. As if in a nostalgic gesture, Randel,produced an aged candy wrapper his pocket, his eyes carrying a wistful glint.
Gary clicked his tongue in an amused manner, his lips echoing the sound.
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“You’re something else, keeping this candy wrapper from when we were kids. I’ve always been curious – just how extraordinary was that girl you’ve held onto for all these years? I’m curious, though, what kind of ethereal girl captured your thoughts for so long,” Gary mused, his lips smacking in amusement.
Randel’s mind conjured the image of a winsome little girl with a face as sweet as sugar and eyes that gleamed like stars. Whenever she looked at him with those bright, pleading eyes, he found himself powerless to deny any request she made.
“Yes, indeed!” Randel declared with such conviction. “She was an angel who graced our world briefly. She didn’t depart but rather returned to her rightful place in the heavens,” Randel sighed, his fingers tracing the candy wrapper’s outline, a gentle withdrawal.
His words merited a heartfelt laugh from Gary, who seemed so thoroughly amused by his statements, thinking he was joking.
But he was not.
And as he spoke, Randel’s grip on the candy wrapper relaxed, his fingers tracing its edges tenderly. This act of self–assurance was the balm that soothed the ache in his heart, the only way to keep his sorrow from overwhelming him.
Two decades transported him back in time. The weight of his parents‘ absence hung heavily, a car accident leaving them both lifeless. Orphans who’d emerged from the orphanage faced the tragedy without a support network to tend to their funerals.
A car accident orphaned him at ten, and his parents‘ lack of connections left them without funeral support. Lost and adrift, he pondered, fleeing with them.
But when he thought all hopes left him, fate interceded, manifesting in the form of an attractive couple who claimed to be his parents‘ classmates. Learning of his destitution, they whisked him away to a grand villa, where he would first meet his angel.
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appearance held an air of grace, claiming to be his parents‘ classmates. Inquiring about his situation, they discovered the absence of friends or kin to care for him. Compassion led them to take him under their wing, ushering him into a world of opulence within a sprawling villa. It was there that he encountered his angel, a cherubic girl with wide eyes and a plush bunny doll in hand.
She regarded him curiously, her head tilting as those innocent eyes locked onto him. From his tear–streaked face and disheveled appearance, resembling one who had traversed mud puddles, he must have seemed quite the spectacle.
A little girl, wide–eyed and brimming with innocence, stared at him, clutching a bunny doll. Her words, “Did you crawl out of the mud? You’re so dirty,” pierced the air, a candid remark at his mud–covered visage, stained by days of tears and neglect.
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“Juju, that’s not nice. He’s sad because he lost his parents,” the woman interjected gently, the girl’s companion in this scene.
Upon hearing this, the girl’s lips pursed, her head drooping as if repenting a grave sin. Then, like a whirlwind, she dashed upstairs on her stubby legs, creating a rhythmic “thump, boom, boom.”
Just when everyone believed her retreat was to shed tears, she dashed back down with equal energy, “Boom, boom, boom.” Her chubby hand extended towards him, bearing a single offering – a candy, cradled within her palm.
“It’s my favorite candy. Take it,” she said with a generosity untarnished by her age.
At that moment, the thawing embrace of warmth reached him. Days had blurred into grief, his parents‘ absence consuming him, isolating him. A chill had slowly set in, freezing his spirit, but the girl’s gesture shattered that frost. Unrestrained, tears flowed, the dam of his emotions finally breaching.
“Hey now, don’t cry!” the girl chimed, her words tinged with imitation, an attempt to mirror the soothing tones of an adult. Her little hand reached out, offering comfort in the form of a gentle
head pat.
Even though her touch felt like how one would pet a puppy, it was a heartfelt attempt at solace.
“Here, have some candy. It’s sweet, and it’ll stop your tears,” she urged, peeling off the sugar coating before depositing the treat into his mouth, indifferent to his initial reluctance.
A hint of sweetness dissolved within him, melting from mouth to heart. “Isn’t it sweet? It’s my favorite,” she smiled, the warmth of her expression rivaling the candy’s taste.
The girl’s smile mirrored the candy’s warmth, sweet and inviting. But all this beauty was destined to be consumed by an unexpected fire, a twist in the tale that would rewrite everything.
A conflagration later erased these memories of beauty. With a vengeance etched onto his face, Randel clenched his fists, a vow of retribution for Juju’s sake.
“Juju, wait. I will avenge you. Once I’ve tracked down my enemies and delivered them to hell, I’ll find you…”
As night descended, Julia’s restlessness persisted, her thoughts unsteady and erratic. Daylight had ushered in the name “Juno,” stirring her unease.
Though Juno’s connection remained a haze, she recalled him seated beside a certain man in her dream. The dots were hard to connect; were Juno and Juju siblings both bearing the Watson surname? Her intuition balked.
The muddle in her mind proved taxing. Fatigue took her over, prompting Julia to collapse onto her bed due to the mental exhaustion of the day, pillow pressed against her face. Until darkness enveloped her, subduing her racing thoughts.
In the dream, Little Juju clutched a rabbit doll, sitting in the living room engrossed in watching TV. The sound of the doorbell made her heart leap, signaling her parents‘ return. With joyful steps, she rushed towards the door, her short legs carrying her. But before she could swing the door open, it was pushed from the outside.
Her guess was right; her parents had indeed returned, accompanied by a rather grubby older brother. Spontaneously, she blurted out, “Did you crawl out of the mud? You’re so dirty.”
The comment was pure innocence. Having played outdoors and covered herself in mud before, she had received a scolding from her parents for her messy state. This was what she thought when she saw the disheveled older brother–assuming he, too, had indulged in mud play.
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She later realized the older brother had lost his parents, a realization that struck her with sadness. Her words had been thoughtless, unaware of his circumstances. She felt remorseful and decided to make amends. Following her parents‘ teachings about apologizing when wrong, she scurried upstairs to offer her cherished hidden candy to the older brother.
As he consumed the candy, tears streamed down his face. In her memory, crying was met with comfort from her parents. Recalling how she was consoled, she attempted the same technique. Gently, she patted his head, saying, “It’s okay, don’t cry.”
However, the more she tried, the more he cried. She couldn’t comprehend her mistake, just as she couldn’t understand why her parents told her she would be fine when she cried.
Soon enough, her parents praised her for her efforts, telling her that crying was alright. While she didn’t comprehend fully, she nodded in agreement, mirroring an adult’s response.
Her mother brought new clothes for the older brother and instructed him to take a bath. Anxious that he might cry again, she waited at the door for his emergence. The wait seemed endless until, finally, the door swung open.
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