UNCONTROLLED DESIRE

A boy and girl were standing in front of the wishing fountain in Roma Square. The girl's thick, wavy hair was luscious and her eyes were like two big grapes. Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterflies above her eyes. She looked like an angel that fell into the mortal world with her pearl white skin and white lace dress.

The boy's flaxen hair shone in the sun, and his skin was as delicate as porcelain while his eyes sparkled like sapphires. His thin lips were like roses, noble and elegant. The beautiful twosome attracted the attention of all the tourists around them.

"Susan, what's your wish?" The boy held the girl's hand and caressed her cheek softly.

"I wish to be Kirk's beautiful bride when I grow up." Kirk Criss held Susan Leng in his arms and she raised her head, awaiting his reply.

"Okay, Susan. Promise me that we will never leave each other," said Kirk Criss, hugging the little girl tightly. He lowered his head and gave her a feathery-soft kiss.

"The deal has been sealed. Kirk can only be Susan's. Ha-ha!" Susan Leng stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on his lips. Kirk Criss held the little girl more tightly, fearing that she would fall down.

This endearing scene made the tourists around them stop and watch. "These two children are amazing." "They are so beautiful." "Their love is so pure." "They have touched my soul."

Susan Leng was seven years old that year and Kirk Criss was twelve.

In a traditional house, an eight-year-old girl watched in horror as a man in black pointed a gun at her mother. She didn't know what they were talking about.

Suddenly, her mother fell to the ground motionlessly. The man in black turned around and left. The girl did not see his face. She did not know who the man was and why he shot her mother.

She threw herself on the corpse and wailed, "Mommy, don't sleep! Open your eyes and look at Susan. I will be very obedient and won't make you angry again. Mommy, you said you would buy me a doll.

How can you forget? Wake up!"

Seeing that her mother didn't move and her face remained expressionless, Susan Leng shook her chest and cried, "Mommy, you said that you would take me to the amusement park tomorrow for my birthday. How could you lie to me?"

However, that woman didn't wake up despite her distraught daughter's persistent efforts. Susan Leng's tears wet her clothes.

The wind blew wildly into the house, and whipped up Susan Leng's long hair and bloodied clothes.

A chill passed through her frail body, making her curl up and snuggle up to her stiff mother.

All of a sudden, a bolt of lightning streaked through the dark sky, followed by a deafening thunder. Susan shrieked and covered her ears tightly. She trembled and her frightened eyes darted around. The dark night was like a devil. She quivered and kept repeating in disbelief, "No! No!"

Another thunderous boom tore through the air. Panicking, Susan realized she could not stay here any longer. The metallic smell of blood permeated the air in the room. She dashed out of the house, running along the winding path desperately.

She kept running manically as if a ghost was chasing her. She lost her shoes but continued sprinting barefoot on the stony path. Susan couldn't feel the pain piercing her feet, as she left a trail of blood on the path behind her.

She didn't know how long she had been running nor how far she had run. All she knew was that she was about to collapse.