C2 His Soul...

At that moment, after what he had done hours before by following Dalia, he found himself contemplating the altar of the Virgin Mary for the last time. The Virgin, which he wore as a medal around his neck, and after making the sign of the cross, he was about to leave the place. However, his intention was abruptly interrupted by a woman who seemed very familiar to him. This woman, of the same height as him, with olive skin, hair as black as the night, and an attractive figure, had brown eyes that hinted at unfriendly intentions, just as she had done throughout her life. Her face was adorned with freckles around her cheeks, and her behavior and personality were unbearable to him. Now, this woman was inside the place, and he knew she had come to bother him.

"What do you want?" he asked her disdainfully.

"I just wanted to know how you’re doing, my love," she replied with an insinuating look, as she had always done since they met. "Did you fulfill your dream of becoming successful?"

As she touched his cheek and hair, he abruptly pulled away and responded coldly, "Yes, I did well, thank you."

She continued provoking him: "And now that you have your own thing, you don't want anything to do with me anymore?"

He turned around and, with a cynical smile, asked her, "Did you really think that would make me come back to you?" He kept walking, but she stopped him by grabbing his right arm.

"Come on, let's talk calmly..."

"Leave me alone, Selena!" He forcefully freed himself from her grip and stepped back.

"Let's talk, you and me, calmly..."

"Selena!"

She exclaimed as a man appeared next to him. He was a bit shorter than her, with brown skin, brown eyes, attractive but disheveled. His jeans were wrinkled, as was his white shirt, and his white sneakers were muddy. He approached with an expression of reproach and anger, accentuated by his wavy blond hair that fell messily over his face.

"Exactly, this is how I wanted to find you," he said as he approached.

"What’s your problem, Mariano? Are you going to follow me everywhere or what?" Selena exclaimed.

"Follow, who are you following?" he asked.

"Let's talk in private," Selena said to the man with emerald eyes.

"Selena, I have nothing to talk about with you, stay away," he said, walking past her and continuing on his way.

Mariano turned to Selena: "You like to be treated like that, don't you? Like an object. He treats you badly, just like that guy who only chases women and plays with their feelings."

"Who did you call a ‘player’?" he asked, approaching again.

Mariano hesitated: "I was referring to another guy..."

He sighed and smiled ironically: "You definitely don’t have the moral high ground to insult me."

He kept walking, but Mariano stopped him again: "What did you say?"

"I called you ‘stupid,’ in case you didn't understand," he replied, turning to face him.

"Stupid? Me? I'll show you who’s stupid..."

Selena intervened, stepping between them: "Come on, calm down. What’s wrong with you?"

"Aren't you going to defend me? Don’t..."

He seemed ready to fight again, but Selena stopped him: "I don't have to defend you. You're the one who started the trouble."

"You know that’s not true. Let me, I can handle him."

"Fine, leave him," he said. "But if you touch me, you’ll regret it, Mariano."

As they argued, a male voice was heard. It was the priest of the church, accompanied by another younger man. The priest scolded everyone for causing disturbances in the house of God.

"You are disrespecting this sacred place," said the priest.

Selena tried to apologize, but the priest interrupted her: "Don't give me excuses. You all need to leave."

The two left the church. Mariano passed by him, eager to fight, but finally went on his way. Selena, who tried to obtain the priest's blessing, was rejected and also went on her way. Everything went silent, with reproachful looks, inside the church.

Once again...

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SkyFly Clinic is a public clinic located in London, serving lower-income populations. It provides Psychiatry, Psychology, and Psychotherapy services for the treatment of psychological issues, mental health, and addictions.

In that clinic, despite its limited resources, there was a certain young man with emerald eyes visiting a young woman with gray eyes, much like the walls of the place. Her expression was peaceful, serene, and cheerful, with black-brown hair as dark as the night and a beautiful face full of tranquility—tranquility that stemmed from her lack of awareness of reality. Indeed, she was none other than Leila, his sister, the young woman with autism.

"I was so handsome that the wretched girl couldn't help but stare at me," he said as they sat on an old wooden bench in the dimly lit visitors' room, where they were isolated from everyone else. "But, you know..." he added, bringing his hand to the young woman's right cheek, "You're more beautiful than I am." Leila smiled at the compliment without uttering a word. "How about that, huh? I had to take a hard hit to get her to talk to me, but I did it." He recounted with a smug smile as he pulled a box of white chocolate from his small backpack, opened it, and broke off a small piece under the attentive gaze of the brunette. "Tomorrow... I'm almost sure I'll get the job at the construction company. And once I'm in, I'll start making Dalia Hiddleston pay for everything she did to us." He was about to hand the piece of chocolate to the young woman, who was ready to take it, but...

"I'm Hiddleston..." The words rang out like a dull echo from the piano of solitude when Leila said that.

The emerald-eyed man looked at her sternly and, without giving her the chocolate, said, "Don't ever say that again. You are Frost Mikaelson, like my dad. Say it: 'I am Leila Frost Mikaelson.'

"I am Leila Frost Mikaelson," she repeated with trembling lips, following her brother's command. That brother, with tears held back, nodded and handed her the chocolate.

"Here," he offered the chocolate, and Leila took it, starting to take a bite.

A moment of silence followed; he nodded, and the silence was broken by what Leila said next.

"Don't kill her."

The emerald-eyed man was stunned by his sister's almost pleading order. She stopped looking around and instead looked directly at him—at him, who could only remain silent...

Lost within his soul…