Hazel strides matching her feet with the gasps until she lost the sandy soil in exchange to brick tiles. The city here is dim even after by the lights of the street, which is easier for Hazel to camouflage and hide from the royal soldiers patrolling around. She hid herself house to house, much finer and classic than the ones in her village. There at the centre of this city is a magnificent gilded building curled like a doughnut. Inside its ring is a massive garden shielded with trees for people to read in calmness. Although at this time, there stood none with a book, since the library is to be not opened until the morning. The guards holding spears and covering their whole body in fancy armours with the flag of Cordonia patrols in groups of two. Lucky for Hazel that she can effortlessly use the gloom of night as her own weapon. The full moon has been devoured by the upset clouds and they cling to the sky like a second skin.
The goal is to reach the library and locate the book and not waiting for the morning to open the gates of the great library. It was silly of Hazel and also unethical but there was something about the dream or nightmare, that makes her feel like she should see the book this instant. She ran with cold feet but you upon hearing the metal boots of soldiers clanging against the brick pathway, she clumsily hid herself against a coarse pole but as she did so, her butt pressed against something.
Something fluffy and furry that was easily pushed back by the mere exertion of her butt. She almost leapt a frighten wail but quickly clapped her mouth to silence. The soldiers were at once alert with the faintest of the scream and began to glance around. For god knows what might they be seeing through the helmet that covered their face and left minute holes to peek through. Yet, by their exposure and postures, they could spot Hazel within a minute. Hazel is unexpectedly frightened with frozen blood upon hearing an angry meowing. Turns out, her butt has pushed against an ash black cat, almost squeezing the poor animal. The cat gritted his fangs out and its charcoal stick hair were erected high with a tail twice the volume by the erection of fur. But to her worry, the soldiers clang was nearer and louder with every step that made cold sweet buried her forehead. After flinching a quick eye on the soldiers, Hazel threw the bin apart where the cat was hissing at her. The cat safely landed and ran away leaving a pile of garbage on the ground. Hazel knew that the soldiers would have a dignity of not to clean the trash themselves and hence not a chance to spot her.
"These cat owners I tell you. Can't they let their pets inside at night", groaned one of the soldiers with frustration whilst rubbing his forehead which was actually shielded by a metal helmet.
"Added work for the cleaners", stated the other one.
"Anyway, continue about the buxom lady in ballroom...
They went on to themselves and Hazel finally exhaled a breath of bliss. Her chest lifted high to inhale fresh air and relief washed over her. Then she went on the way carefully swirling her vision in all directions and hurling through fences and walls. She could have easily chosen a safe path once the sun hits its beam but there was an unexplainable determination on her face. Ultimately, she approached the great gilded walls of the library,
"Okay, I have made this far! No time to to be scared, okay? Let me just peek through the book and I'll borrow it tomorrow...", she talked and explained to herself and as she does so gazing the ground, a silhouette began forming beneath the space between her legs. It frightened her soul and made her heart skip a beat. The shadow lengthens until it passes her legs and displaces itself on the wall, curving to the side.
Hazel was soaked to hell water watching the shadow grow and the feeling of someone behind her tightened her belly. Her pupil slid to the side and she could be sure there arouse a feeling that it must be one of the royal soldiers. She calmed herself with a sigh and shut eyes before flipping around by standing on her one foot and the other curl to core for steady balance. She lunged her hand whilst flipping and sprinted it cutting through the air sharply and smacking hard on the cheeks of Reshep that he spat out saliva, drenching the brick pathway.
Hazel abruptly clapped her mouth as she confronted Reshep. For the longest time, he stood motionless hiding his face and that slap, well perfectly depicting a soft red palm on his cheek.
"I... I am sorry... I did not mean to... I thought you won't join me?", she apologized but Reshep stood still. Then out of sudden, he was back to normal showing a set of no heels shoes to Hazel,
"I was here to deliver your shoes," he replied and Hazel slapped her forehead.
"I am really sorry!", she apologized in agony to which Reshep grinned widely,
"It's okay, it probably hurt less than it does on the forehead", he reminded on his swollen tumour that is less inflamed right now, "And besides its kind of cold here, your slap has burned my cheek. I feel amazing!", he tried sounding cool but sounded a duffer to Hazel. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and ordered,
"Fine, just go back now", she snatched the shoes and fitted her tender feet perfectly inside them.
"NO!", he retorted at once to which Hazel raised an eyebrow, "You are no man to order me!", he yelled in a whisper pointing at her with fake rage and swelled eyes. They would usually run into arguments but if they did, they'd be in real trouble if anyone were to hear them cat and dog here. The ash black cat came closer to Hazel and rubbed its head against her leg sweetly. Hazel who, not aware of the cat at once scream but Reshep managed to clap her mouth, though not on time as little of her screech as already passed out. The cat with innocent wide emerald eyes stare at Hazel as she is pushed unintentionally against the wall by Reshep. Whilst clapping her mouth he had leapt on her, making her slam against the wall. But she is tough enough to not get hurt by such an accident but miserably weak to melt like a candle witnessing the hazel eyes of Reshep sharpen against her.
She thought to herself as her senses weaken one by one, 'Although my name is Hazel but in the true sense he is Hazel', her warm puff smears on Reshep's fingers, causing him to slowly loose his tighten palm around her shut lips. He swiftly rolled back his hand in exchange of his lips.
His lips were pressing hard against Hazel who was struck to hell with swelled eyes. Reshep's eyes were shut and calm as a lake as he felt the softness of her beloved's lip offer him the warmth of heaven.