MY SOULMATE IS A VAMPIRE

27

"Hey!"

The slightly brutal greeting made me turn my head toward a man I recognized. The black man of Dubai descent was walking towards me with a sardonic look at the necklace I was wearing. Ah, right. The necklace that Mr. George gave me yesterday is being worn right now.

"Where did you get that necklace?" Zaydan asked.

I raised one eyebrow as I stared at the crescent moon necklace around my neck. "What's wrong with my necklace? I got it from Mr. George. What's your problem?" I retorted.

"Mr. George?" Zaydan was confused.

For some reason, I felt familiar with him, as if we had been close for some reason. If I remember correctly, there was nothing that made me close to him except for that race in New York.

"So what? Have you seen this necklace before? Or do you feel like I stole it from somewhere?" I asked.

"Well, I know someone who has that necklace. Besides, it's not supposed to be on you," she said as she walked away with her arrogant attitude. Yeah, if someone gave me a baseball bat right now. I can be sure that my hands will already be cuffed because I just killed someone.

"I wonder how he became famous among the ladies with that kind of attitude. Do you think this necklace is inappropriate for me to wear, Mary?" I asked Mary, who was still dumbfounded by Zaydan's behavior.

"The necklace is perfectly attached to your neck. You look absolutely marvelous, but. Don't you wonder how Mr. George gave it to you for free?" asked Mary.

"Well, it wasn't his gift. Someone left it to him to give to me," I explained.

"A third person? Why don't you ask who?" asked Mary.

"You think I didn't ask? Of course, I asked. But Mr. George would rather keep quiet than tell me," I said.

To be honest, for the past two days, I kept feeling something strange about myself. It's like some feelings are being forced away from me. However, I don't know what that feeling is. If you want to know, I went back to my old house. My apartment was sold for a good price, and I moved into my old house.

This is where it all became clear. Every time I crossed the path near the forest before going to my home area, It felt like someone was following me and staring at me from within the forest. As for the streetlights, it felt like I was repeating something that had never happened in my life.

On top of all that, I also met my father while visiting my mother's grave. He looked terrible, but there was something even stranger. He was terrified when he saw me, even running away to get away from me at the grave. Why did everything suddenly become strange like that? While daydreaming in the campus park, Brilly approached me with my favorite ice cream. I turned to her, who suddenly sat beside me with a flat face.

"For me?" I asked.

"Of course, do you think I bought it for the park bench we're sitting on?" he quipped.

I snorted in annoyance when Brilly replied sarcastically. What was wrong with replying to my question nicely? I just wanted to make sure that the ice cream she gave me was really for me.

"Why all of a sudden? I thought you hated me after rejecting you," I said while enjoying the ice cream he gave me.

Seeing her speechless made me think, Is there something wrong with what I said? I shouldn't have brought it up, right? Really, I just ruined the atmosphere. However, afterward, he laughed, making me a little surprised.

"Why would I hate you? After all, love can't be forced, right?" he said.

You just don't remember it, Rosalie. That doesn't mean your heart and mind have forgotten what happened yesterday. You were forced to forget everything, Brilly thought.

I turned to her with a slightly surprised look. What's wrong with her? Why is she so strange these days? "You're scary; it would be better for you to hate me than to be gentle like this," I said.

"Why is that?" asked Brilly.

"Because usually, when someone like you does something nice, Then there's a certain purpose in your kindness," I quipped. Again and again, she laughed, this time louder than the previous one. You should know that many pairs of eyes had been staring at us from a distance from the moment Brilly approached me. I don't know if there will be any bad news about me on the campus forum. Let's just look forward to it.

"Are you feeling lost, Rosalie?" asked Brilly suddenly.

"Missing out? What do you mean?" I asked again.

"I've been seeing you absent-mindedly by yourself lately. Especially with that necklace you're wearing today. Your expression is so easy to read that you think it's in the wrong hands. Right?" asked Brilly.

Damn, how could he guess all my worries with such precision? All of her guesses were right on the mark, which I covered up with all my heart. I became more and more suspicious. Was he the sender of the necklace Mr. George was referring to? After all, he was no less rich than Zaydan.

"Did you give this necklace to me?" I asked him.

"I gave it to you, Rosalie."

I didn't hear Brilly's answer. I was still surprised by the voice of someone who had just crossed my mind and seemed to sound very clear. As if the person were nearby, I tried to find someone around us. However, none of them looked suspicious.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Brilly.

"No, I seem to be hallucinating a lot lately," I said. Strangely, I just heard a male voice in my own mind. Damn, did I hit my head on the bed? Why is it getting worse?

"Maybe you can repeat what you just said? I wasn't focusing," I said.

Seeing her face suddenly turn somber again made me confused. What's going on? Why are the people around me changing so quickly? What's wrong with me, huh?

"It wasn't me who gave it to her. Just like the ice cream, someone left it to me. Just like the book Mr. George gave me," she said as she stood up and walked away after giving a brief explanation.

However, that brief explanation created a series of questions in my mind. How did she know that Mr. George gave me a book? But there was a question that was more important than all the questions I was thinking about. Who exactly was the person who left all this for me?

Why does it feel like this person considers me so important? Is this the man whose voice I just heard during my delusion? I was reminded of the man I accidentally met in the hallway. That familiar sensation made the many vague theories I had connected into one.

"Who? Why does he care about me so much?" I muttered.