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'IF CHAOS is a work of art then, my heart is a masterpiece.'

D. Antoinette Foy immaculately dressed his words with the fallen truth from heaven for those whose life has been nothing but excruciating. It wasn’t just for himself.

Perception is a bellicose point of someone's life. It's malignant as well as deceptive that makes you perceive whatever you like to perceive. Perception is a monster that pretends to be quiescent but then pops up like a god damned truth in your heart as if the world is wrong and you are the hero you are the righteous one. You trim and shape it in your own way, believing whatever the output is. Now, I put myself on the throne of chaos, wearing the crown of Antoinette's perception around my head, metaphorically calling myself a masterpiece. Did I cry out of my misery when Mr. Noel called me?

I didn’t.

I stared at the space wondering why it has to be me.

What was my sin, for which I have to compensate that way?

The sin, slapping Alex Vesper?

Since when standing for your self-respect became a sin?

Does it commence with me?

I know I am being dramatically pathetic but Alex Vesper hurt me the way no one ever did. Especially, emotionally. He might have grown up with privilege in life, with blue blood. He probably called the crisis those times when he couldn't buy the latest iPhone or Lamborghini. But the people who are anchored to paucity, they could give the best example of crisis. The financial crisis isn’t a joke. Alex Vesper will never get my forgiveness. After taking a shower I put on my clothes and wrapped my coat around my body. The burning agony that was consuming me like a cancer inside was getting uglier as the boiling anger increased by the time.

I pushed open the door of the familiar diner. The familiar fragrance of lemon spray with the tender mixture of flower and coffee engulfed me like a comforting shawl making me more angry. I straight walked towards the way where Mr. Noel's small office was tugged at the corner of the diner. I knocked twice getting a light tone but professional permission from him.

The moment I entered he didn’t overreact or I should say, he hasn’t even reacted. As I said before, he is a ceremonial freak who likes everything on a line. He doesn’t overreact. But I could see the wallop of faint surprise in those dark blue eyes which were being protected by his thick rimmed glasses.

"Why?" I hissed as I couldn’t hold my emotions anymore. My chin quiver threatened me to sob out. Eyes stings with fresh tears as all I could give him a face of being betrayed. The so-called urgent and paramount issue of me being fired from here wasn’t unknown to me.

But I didn’t expect Neol to fire me without any reason.

But Alex gave him a reason, right?

"Take a seat, Ana dear. I know I owe you an explanation." It's like he knew what I knew. Calm as a river. His voice speaks like a therapist who is all ears to listen to your agony.

I vacillated but then I slowly sat down.

"I had no choice." He commenced sighing deeply.

"Your boyfriend made me do it. He said you guys broke up and It's the only way, he could have you back. If I don’t do as he says then he will shut down this place. He is a powerful man, Ana. I knew the moment I set my eyes on him. I know what kind of monster he pet inside him." He disinterred as a discomposure plagued his face.

My heart slammed like a hammer against my chest, dropping my heart. Alex still didn’t say the entire truth instead he played like a lunatic and possessive dark lover.

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