Heartstrings on Fire

Agnes was hit with a wave of unexplained sadness.

At the same time, she felt an odd sense of camaraderie.

Taking the bracelet, Agnes said, “Godfather, if you don’t mind, I’ll come by often to chat.”

Looking back, Agnes felt she might have been a bit rash

But the term “godfather” felt oddly natural

She was usually an introverted person, not one to easily make friends.

But for some reason, she felt a special bond with Albert.

Maybe it was his beef burgers, they tasted just like her mom’s

was just the

Agnes found herself with

was over the moon when Agnes addressed him

I’ll protect you, no one

night Agnes and Albert chatted for hours about nothing

never asked about Albert’s

Their bond was

her hotel. The alley was deserted, the light rain adding an eeriness to its solitude. A shared glass of wine with Albert had left her slightly buzzed, making her feel

Her path became blocked by a group of men garishly dressed in heavy metal attire, their hair dyed in vivid hues. Their leader, a gaunt man with yellow hair, gave her a predatory once-over.

them

Let me escort you back” When he reached out, presumably to caress her face, she instinctively slapped his hand away Back off she wamed.

said, attempting to close the distance between

to be trifled with.

years of Taekwondo training were paying