In His Trap

Ch. 3: Confession

I actually feel good about what I just did, though I'll never get to talk to Luke. He was even the reason I wanted to be friends with Sylph. Then she turned me into someone that she can toss around. Nothing excites me about them anyway. Well, it's all over now.

I finally get up from the chair, returning all the books to their bookshelves before leaving the library.

•••

I rose and sat up, resting my head on against the headboard of my bed. I tried to wipe sleepiness off my eyes, but the blurry atmosphere wouldn't let me see a thing, until things starts to fade as they turned to ashes after being ablaze, though they just faded away without the presence of fire.

My lamp, alarm clock, along with the nightstand – almost everything in my bedroom, including the door as I get up from my bed before the bed faded away right in front of me. I stood before the mirror on my dressing table that was also about the fade away, and I saw myself also fading away like ashes and smoke, slowly.

The smoke from my fading self forms into something – it forms into a figure of a person; it forms into a masculine figure. As I continue to fade, he's being made from my ashes. However, he stands as a silhouette figure – like that of a shadow and not a human being.

It makes me more curious, even to the extent that I want to touch him. I want to know what it is I think I have made with almost every part of me. As I reach for him, he caught my hand, and his hand felt like soft skin – like he had the palm of a human hand. He then entangled his fingers with mine. But I began to feel like dust in his hand as it made me panic, that I'm about to finally fade away...

And my phone rings, waking me up from a nap. It is a Saturday, and I really needed the rest. I hope it's someone important.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and it turned out to be Alfred calling as I wiped sleepiness off my eyes and quickly answered the call. It appears as if I was even expecting his call. Why am I getting so excited anyway?

“Hello?”

“H-hi,” I responded.

“It's been a... long while. How's it going over there?”

“I'm doing great. How about...”

“Hey, hey, hey!!!” Linda says in the background. “Is that Gwen on the phone? Put it on speaker.”

“Hi Linda,” I said.

“Hi Gwen. How you doing?”

“I'm good.”

“And how's... Luke?”

“Boy... bye.”

“Oh, wow. How did that even happen?”

“I don't wanna talk about it.”

“O... kay.”

“So, how's Lilah and Stacey?”

“They're good. They aren't just...”

“Sorry for interrupting this conversation you're having with yourself, I just wanted to ask where you put the new flower vase,” auntie Glo asked, loudly. It sounded as if she was already at my door.

“It's in your bedroom,” I answered. “And I'm not talking to myself, I'm just having a phone call.”

“Well, it sounds as if you're talking to yourself. I know you're quite good at making voices.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really? You can do people's voices?” Linda asked.

“I don't think so, I don't remember imitating voices,” I replied.

“Uh... Linda? I think you should... leave.” Alfred suddenly said.

“What?! You throwing me out now?” Linda asked with sarcasm.

“You know that's not what I meant, right?”

“Fine, I'll just get out of your hair. See you later, okay?”

“Yeah,”

Though I didn't hear when she left, but I could tell that she wasn't there anymore.

“So, Gwen... uh... I... wanted to talk to you about... something,” he clears his throat.

“Okay, what you wanna talk to me about?” I asked.

He clears his throat once again before speaking. However, he ended up sighing instead. It appears as if he's searching for words to say, which tells me that he's nervous to tell me what's in his mind.

“Gwen, I...,” he sighs once again before continuing, “I-I don't know if it'll make you feel uncomfortable, but I just feel I should let it out... You don't have to say anything about it after I've—”

“Please, you're getting me... scared, if that's the right word to use at this moment. Did something happen to you? Does it have to do with that time that we couldn't talk for a long while, or—”

“I love you,” he finally cuts in.

My heart just skipped a beat when he said that. But I wasn't certain of how to react to this kind of confession, even though he just said that I don't need to say anything about it. It's still going to get awkward if I have nothing to say about it, right?

“Yes, I said it, and I'm saying it again... I love you, Gwen. No matter how much I try to bottle up my feelings for you, it still doesn't work. The more I try to forget you, the more I can't stop thinking about you. And I know it's crazy that we haven't even seen each other physically yet, but each time I hear your voice or stare at a photo of you, I just wish that we can meet—”

“Alfred,” I cut in. “I... I... uh... This is actually too much to take in, and I don't even know what to say right now. Perhaps, we... uh... take things slow.”

My heart's racing, and it feels as if I'm losing my breath; not just because he confesses that he has deep feelings for, but because I think I feel the same way. However, I'm not even certain if I'm infatuated because he said he loves me...

He loves me...

He loves...