VIII.II An Evening Stroll

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   Extra: A Collection of Poems

Extra I: No Motive Wracked with fear, I stood still, Gazing endlessly into the void. Eyes dull and uninterested, Contemplating what I will. I fear my own mind, question my sanity. Am I insane or merely delusional? You may know, but I never will. I'll never escape my vanity. Staring down the precipice of darkness, Swarmed by thoughts of ending it all. I fought valiantly for what seemed like an eternity, Clinging to whatever shred of reason for happiness. Dangling on the edge of my limit, My conviction

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   The Flow of Time

A vision from the distant past, an intrepid detective and her unlikely partner... A tale of crime and wits, Project Name: Noire ⬛⬛⬛ A beige coated woman walked the dimly lit concrete ports of the city, a flashlight in hand as brown eyes scanned her surroundings. The damp docks of Riverside surely stank with seawater, but it was where she was based, and thus she had to live with it. "Heeeyy~ Found anything, Liz?~" A young woman in a white coat waved at her from the other side of the pier, her childish tone hiding what was undoubtedly the most intelligent mind she had ever come across. "I want to have some fun already~" Sadistic brat. With the same annoyed expre

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   XIII Epilogue

Time moves forward. And while this tale slowly comes to an end, their story continues to unfold behind the scenes... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ It's been a month and a half since that fateful day. A month and a half since that unassuming maintenance guy saved her from her own demise. Ever since then, Aletheia has begun to acclimatize once more to a rather, lavish lifestyle than the year and a half that she spent on the run. Not only have you acclimatized, you've already excelled~ Oh shut up. She can still live off of instant ramen and chump change just fine should the need arise. Says the girl that now spends over a thousand drachma a day on food alone~ The novelist chuckled to herself at the thought as she saved another word document on her laptop. Well,

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   XII.II Ending Ceremony

"Lady Mendel, I propose one more bid." Hoho~ What does he have up his sleeve to be this bold?~ Aletheia's eyes widened as Eremes began his opening gambit, his left hand holding his smartphone as he stared at Mother dead in the eye. What was he planning? "An interesting proposal Mr. Patillo." Mother humored, her tone clearly not taking his offer seriously. "While we both know that you have nothing in terms of bargaining power, I'll humor you, just this once." A dangerous game, he's playing, no? Far too dangerous for her liking. Sweat trickled down her lightly make-upped cheek as Mother leaned closer to the repairman, both hands clasped under her chin as a sickly sweet smile masked the malice hidden underneath. The novelist's hands trembled in her lap as she hoped to god that Eremes knew

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   XII.I Ending Ceremony

Time moves forward...

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   XI.V Midnight Auction

"Athena?" Peeking behind her disheveled hair, the hunched-up daughter struggled to hide her surprise as a familiar voice called out to her old name. Hopeless eyes feasted as the comforting familiarity of the repairman's visage eased the threatening abyss inside her. Eremes? What was he still doing here? Don't get your hopes up. "Take us to the ground floor, Mr. Patillo." Mother stated still in front of her, anger audibly bubbling beneath the faux politeness. "I do expect that you won't fail even that." "Yes ma'am." The elevator lurched, before slowly beginning its descent back down towards the cold unforgiving ground. Aletheia merely kept to herself, hoping that if she made herself small enough, Mother wouldn't notice her presence.

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   Interlude II: Eremes

If one were to ask any person that lived in the City of Midas: 'What's the most decadent venue one could ever use?', some might answer that it would be the Grand Auditorium, located at the 31st floor of the Green Star Hotel. With roughly 7,800 square meters of available space, the floor was con

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   Interlude I: Athena

A small glimpse... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ A pan

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   III.II Fine Dining

The Runaway is a Politician's Daughter   III.I Fine Dining

Time moves forward... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛