He knew that the only way to keep Inka out of the path of danger was to tackle the man before he neared her, or in other words, as soon as humanly possible. He jumped, pinning him to the ground as sirens rang nearer.
Oliver decided to take a shower to try and clear his head. As the water rushed down his body, he realized that any day could easily be his last.
Inka had left the city for a few weeks with family on a vacation. After a few minutes of thinking, Oliver decided to write a letter to Inka. As he got out of the shower, his mind raced with ideas. After drying himself off and putting on some clothes, he grabbed a pen and began, “Inka, . . .”
He thought carefully about every moment they had shared and continued, “Do you want to know one way to make me speechless? Ask me to tell you my favourite thing about you. A million thoughts will race through my head, Is it her radiant smile, is it her cheerfulness, her charisma? Should I go with a cliché and say her eyes? It is difficult to decide, but for me, it is that you are my definition of beauty, inside and out, and your worth cannot be compared. I love the way you twirl your hair, the way you are when no one is