LONGING BEYOND
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CHAPTER 16
LONGING BEYOND
GRACIAS’S POV
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I watched the crazy Jude lying quietly on the bed. He nearly traumatized me the day before today.
I picked up my school bag and notebook ready; to depart. Jude's voice roared. "Wait, I will drop you off at school."
I stared at him surprised, "Why would you do that?" I questioned not understanding why he was suddenly nice.
"I have some business within your school area... so dropping you wouldn't be a bad idea" he said, dressing up. I couldn't afford his favor, so I rejected his help immediately but that provoked him.
"You don't get to say no to me" he said and picked up his keys.
I had no choice but to comply.
He put on his helmet and gave me one. I held onto his waist and we drove off.
In five minutes we arrived.
He drove away, not even giving me the chance to say a thank you.
I didn't overthink it; he was an asshole. I didn't want anything more to do with him. Was that even possible? I wondered what his mission in my life was.
I walked into the hall.
After school, I arrived home just like usual. He wasn't around. There was peace and quiet just the way I loved it. No interference, no Jude. Just me and me alone.
I wondered how good my life would have been without him. But yet, I still couldn't imagine living without him.
I feared him, but he gave me a sense of security.
I sat down there watching the TV, hoping for his return but Jude never returned.
The day passed by then another day. It was a week.
I still hoped and waited for his return. But Jude never came back.
I was already used to living with him, ‘A Stranger I grew fond of.’
My life continued as usual but it was never the same.
Even when working on the street I hoped to see his face. Sometimes I hoped the scene where we met could happen again.
It's crazy right? but I couldn't help it. He left with a part of me. I missed him, his presence and his constant teasing.
My life continued just like that, only Gracias no more Jude or a strange suspicious man.
Going through my books, I saw a drawing.
A picture of me tagged A002. A smile creased my face. "He drew this?" I asked but no one was there to answer me.
“A002 again?”
It bothered me.
But I was more concerned about Jude. I couldn't hear from him. I hoped he was still alive so we could meet another day.
I spent most of my day drawing and writing to him. Letters that were never sent.
Only I knew the content of those letters . I filled them with memories and events that might seem silly but they were what made us.
Days passed, weeks passed and months, Jude didn't return. I guessed it was over. It pained me that I could never see his dangerous handsome face.
If there was ever a chance to meet again, I hope to have a taste of his lips.
The thought came out of nowhere. The desire I never thought I would harbor.
I don't know but I wanted to kiss his lips, it looked so good.
Just thinking about it made me feel silly. Crave of a Dangerous Man.
Even if I had to steal the kiss. I wanted it.
I was gradually forgetting what my days without Jude was like. Even the tiniest moment alone felt suffocating.
He was really dangerous for me. I needed to forget him but more like a danger I needed.
Lucy noticed my change in moods and speeches.
She assumed I was in love but if I told her the story of how I met Jude, and what he was like.
She’d absolutely help look for solutions to forget him.
I didn't tell her I refused to tell her.
Walking back home from the Library.
At the Alley.
I saw a figure. "Jude?" I called and he turned his back. It wasn't Jude but who was he? Jude never smiled like that. Then who was he?
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