Can’t Win Me Back

The chill that permeated the morgue was a constant reminder of the chasm between the world of the living and the dead.

Standing in the shadows of the entrance, Alyssa and Jasper allowed Landon to say his final farewell to Angelina.

Angelina’s lifeless face looked as pretty as ever. Covered with a white cloth, she seemed to be sleeping peacefully with a smile. It was as if she was in the middle of a lovely dream she would never wake up from.

Hanging his head, Landon grappled with waves of fury that threatened to crush and suffocate him.

Gulping, he gently traced her lovely profile with trembling fingers. One thing bothered him—why was she smiling when she died?

She took a shot to the stomach and fell from a high place. Her bones were crushed upon impact, which felt painful just from the sound of it.

Was she not afraid of the pain, like any ordinary young woman?

“You look pretty when you smile. Why didn’t you smile more when you were still around?” Landon mumbled in all seriousness. It was as if he was demanding an answer from the lifeless body before him.

smile for me

me at the door when I come

hear you calling

covered her face because she could not hold back her emotions. She cried silently in Jasper’s

her trembling shoulders and rested his chin on top of her head. He opened his mouth

time, they heard footsteps approaching. Cyrus entered the morgue with

got the hint and

“I’ve gathered

young women would bring makeup items when they went out, but

blood-stained lucky charm

cold touch seeped into his palm, through his chest, and across his

that lucky charm as protection. It wasn’t until this moment that he realized that Angelina herself was