My Favorite Incomplete Wish

Chapter 3-The Game Of Saints

Lyra's POV

3 years ago

You know that feeling where you feel like you're living in a constant simulation ? That was me right now

I knew i was being swamped into a trap, and i also knew that it was by someone close

But how do i figure it out? Who was it? Why did they even do it? All these questions were making me insane

"UGH I CANT WITH THIS-" i threw the gold pen across the wall and it collided with the wall, before dropping and making a sound

"Theres nothing here, how can it be?" I said, utterly confused

"Are you sure these are the right recordings?" I asked for the third time and Andrew nodded

"Yes, these are the recordings from July 3rd, 1:30 AM, moments before your father's friends left" he repeated his words and i sighed

"Then how come there's nothing in it" i muttered as i looked at the recordings again

Something isn't right- it seems like theres- wait. wait.

"Its a loophole?" I couldn't believe my own words, but it was slowly making sense

Andrew bent down to look at the recordings and only after watching them a few times did we both realize it

"Yes they are" he said, anger spreading through him

"Look here" i pointed to the video footage where you could see a guard walking outside, and then only 2 seconds later, the footage was cleared and the man was nowhere to be seen

The plain footage was inserted that very moment when my dad's friends left and his killer broke in

"It means someone from here is involved" i said and Andrew sighed

"But i pulled out the recordings, how can it be?" He asked

"Maybe someone messed with the live recordings, find out who was there in the control room last night" i said and Andrew ran outside

I frustratedly got up from the oversized leather chair, and walked to the ceiling to floor window, where I could see the sun rising through the horizon

It looked so peaceful, and just for a second i thought- maybe my life can be this peaceful

But then, the reality came rushing back- knocking me off my feet

Present

"So wait, you found out in less than 24 hours about the person who sabotaged the recordings?" He interrupted my story and i sighed

"Care to listen?" I mocked him and he gave me a nod

I straightened my back, and then continued my memory

3 years ago

As the sunrise shifted into mid day, i finally left my father's study and made my way to my room

I took the longest shower of my life, where for the first time- my brain was occupied instead of venting out

I couldn't fit anymore theories into my brain, but at the same time I couldn't prove any of the ones i had given space to

Anyways, i decided to close the water and go to my closet

I took my time picking out my outfit, even though it was a funeral- i had to look my best

Thats what Andrew always says,

'make your appearance everything about you Because its what a stranger judges you by'

I finally put my hands on a knee length black square neck dress and paired it with matching heels and thin leggings

After looking at myself in the mirror one last time, i placed my golden pistol in the back of my leggings, and then straightened my dress for the last time

"We need to leave now" a knock on the door interrupted, and i walked towards it

I opened it to see Andrew standing, dressed in all formals

He looked at me, before passing me a small smile and then we walked outside of the mansion

I took my car and drove to the Harlow mausoleum, where i saw a lot of people already gathered

Upon seeing me, a lot of conversations died down and i confidently made my way to the upmost front

Several flashes started going off and i slightly nudged

"Why the fu*k is there media?" I whispered to Andrew who nodded to the men and they started blocking the media

I walked inside the room, where i was met with a really familiar smell

I saw my dad, laying peacefully in the coffin

He looked like he was finally resting in peace, but i knew he was far from it- we both were

Beside my dad, was my mom and after paying my respects to both of them- i walked out again

A few heads around me stooped low and people soon started coming towards me, to pay their condolences

Minutes turned into hours and before i knew it, i was getting ready to get back home

As the last of the crowd made their way out, i let out a sigh as i cracked my neck a little

"Are we all set to leave?" I asked Andrew who ran to me

"I thought we were" he said slowly and then gestured me to look in front

And there they were

The devils dressed up as saints, showing up at the end of the day to pay respects to their dead so called friend.

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