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FEAR

Encounter part 3

ANDREE:

From afar, the stranger lady hollers at me “Noir, stop being playful now.”

Hearing that name again made me feel awkward in every way, but I still heeded her call and went to where she was situated standing.

I felt the strong urge to ask her where have we met, what was her name and how she got the secret name, but I was not able to do it. I was too hesitant, thinking that she might get offended.

“Here I go again, I don’t want to offend anyone.” I told myself while walking towards her.

I did not want to upset anyone, she seemed to be a nice person and by any means she was someone who knew me. She knew something about me, up to what extent? I have no idea yet.

I can tell that she was comfortable talking with me, and to be honest, somehow, I was too with her, although I still had the abduction and hold-up thoughts that I had at the back of my mind.

We got into a little conversation. I never asked her any personal questions that could give her a hint that I did not know her. I did not even mention her name until I called her “girl” instead, since that’s how I usually address my female and female at heart acquaintances in high school.

My heart beat faster when she reached out for my hand and pressed her hands against mine. Of course, for someone who likes girls, it felt so good. I am just being honest.

“Are you OK?" she asked, wearing a sheepish grin. Then, after a minute, she said, " I noticed you hadn’t mentioned my name Noir."

“(fizzled) I think the “girl” word did not work at all.” I told myself.

I was anxious at that time, my hands turned pale and cold and my legs, I could not stop my legs from bouncing at a fast pace due to anxiety. That was my coping mechanism to lessen the effect of nervousness. At that moment, it felt like I was handing over my exam paper with a score of five correct answers out of a hundred questions to my parents.

Hoping she would never pursue that question, I pretended to overhear her by not saying anything. My brain was cramming, finding a nice and somewhat non-offensive way of telling her that I did not know her, or maybe I forgot about her.

She moved closer to me; just a foot and a half closer, we were just sitting on a one-meter-long bench. She started to caress my face with her left hand and then followed by her right hand.

She made me face her and, once again, she asked me if I was fine. I answered her with a question, “What do you mean?” although I knew what she was talking about.

She did not mind answering me; I knew she just stared at me in the eyes. My eyes were fixed onto her lips, until I decided to look her in the eyes. I did not attempt to look away as our eyes met. In her eyes, I saw sadness, longing and fear.

Right there and then, I took a very deep breath and asked nature to lend me some energy, then upon mustering enough courage I said, “[sighed]I can’t remember you.”

After that, I felt so weak it seemed like I had used up all the energy nature had lent me and I had also noticed her smile fading.

I knew what I said disappointed her, her hands slipped down my face and she changed her position. She faced a different direction, and so was I. We both faced the artificial waterfall and then there was silence. Only the sound of the water flowing in the artificial falls and chirping birds was all I could hear.

I saw her place her hands on her lap. I felt so scared and guilty about what I made her feel at that moment. For some reason, I missed the enthusiastic her that I was talking to a while ago while thinking that she would hold-up me anytime.

I courageously turned and faced towards her. Unexpectedly, I took her left hand, but she gently took it from me. I saw her facing down and saw a teardrop. I knew it!

“I offended her; I hurt her feelings?.” I told myself In my mind while feeling guilty. “I --- I did not mean to make you cry.” stuttering, I told her.

She just gave me a nod, so I tried to hold her hands again. I held them tight enough to comfort her, hoping she could feel the comfort she needed.

“I’m so sorry” I whispered, enough for her to hear it.

Unaware, a tear slipped from my eyes and fell on her hand. I was surprised as to why I had to shed a tear? I wiped her hand instantly, but she might have felt it.

“It’s alright,” She told me gently while pressing her hands against mine.

I knew she smiled a little because I think I felt that she did.

She turned to face me and then slowly moved towards me.

She held my hands tight and looked me in the eyes, then kept moving closer towards me. I thought she would lean on me or hug me, but then I was dumbfounded when she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine. It was delightful. I felt something I cannot explain. It is not what you think! It was something else. (smirk)

I was left startled. Not every day do you get a kiss from a gorgeous lady. I tried to calm down, "I was not ready for any kissing scene," I told myself, just trying to keep myself sane, " I had just had my dental cleaning three days before, and I brushed my teeth after the meal earlier, so I just had to enjoy the moment."

I closed my eyes like she did, the kiss was so pleasurable that I let myself get drowned at that moment and was not able to oppose my feelings that I kissed her back too. Her scent is familiar, it added a sense of pleasure to the mood. The kiss lasted enough for me to relish it.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a familiar place, I was standing in a room, I saw my study desk when I was in highschol. It made me come to my senses, but still I was in the room and puzzled as to why I was in my bedroom back in high school.

I searched for the lady; I needed to know what happened. I mean, I was also not yet over with that kiss. I was still enjoying it, but at that moment I was totally confused. I was not dreaming, I am certain of it. I even speculated that maybe she was any sort of magical entity or something like a “diwata” or “maligno” that may have cast a spell on me in the garden?" Also, to mention, the room seemed like spinning around me.

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