Silence looms.
I can feel his eyes plastering to my every breath in the dark. I can't understand how he could even possibly see in the dark. Mindblown. Pooof.
Forcing my palpitating heart to slow down and tense muscles to relax, I keep an ear for the surrounding for any disturbance. But this is the rich area, it is on the land of gold, why would anyone barge in here and offend all the wealthy and influential residents here?
After a while and nothing happened. He let go of my arm and flips the lights on.
Mild rays highlight his prominent cheekbones and a towering angled nose with a slightly crooked edge. His eyes visibly changed into a darker shade of pine green as his eyes take in my appearance. I shrink a little, humbling beneath his stares. Am I dressed well? Did my makeup run? Do I look fat?
With a gloved hand still on the switch, the sleeves of the army print outfit fall backwards, revealing a scarred patch of dark red. My iris widen. Oh, him.
The luminous of my life.
Taking a deep breath, I beam widely, "good afternoon, what's your name? I am Carmelo Ilocia, but you can call me Mel, or just Carmelo, or anything. I am twenty-two years old. How about you?"
"You don't have to know my name, thank you for your help, I will be going." He nods stiffly, walking towards the exit.
"Hey!"
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The liquid dribbles down his chin and disappears into the abyss beneath the clothing. I frown in confusion, why is he not accepting the medicine? How to make him accept it? Scrunching my brows in frustration, vision lingering on his lips. I lift the spoon up to my mouth, and quickly transport it to his, staying on the slightly dry and rough lips of his longer than intended.
I surface from the unbelievable joy and pat my heated cheeks. Oh good Lord, it's him. I found him. I found him. And I want him. I need him. I must have him.
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This repeated for a few days. Audrey, my private doctor said he's still out cold due to the loss of blood from his wounds: bullet and stab wounds. But he will be fine, especially under my care. I have not touched my phone for three days too, ignoring the calls blowing up from the lack of my presence for my schedule, no, my break has not started which is a pity. But I could not care less, this man, is all I need. And I will nurse him back to pink health.
Changing the drip, I pull the needle out of his vein with the most care and gentleness I have ever possessed, my eyes focusing intently only on his vein, I curse as the small wound spots some blood, I pick up some cotton from the first aid kid beside his bed and dab gently. I blow softly on his wound, hoping for the pain for him to disappear, forgetting that it is only a tiny opening. And not noticing the attention on me.
"Ms Ilocia?" A raspy and hoarse voice catches my alarm and nets my excitement. He finally woke up! Oh shoots, he needs water. Yes, water!
I scramble down the stairs to pour him a glass of lukewarm water, perfect for a patient. As I emerge from the door, his dull eyes lit up immediately at the sight of me, but I took no notice, he needs water. I thought.
"Thank you for taking care of me, may I ask how long have I slept?" He gulps down the water ravenously, I immediately blame myself for not giving him enough water.
"Oh, err, three days, sir," I fumble as I take the cup from him, earning a chuckle.
"Have we met?" He questions suddenly as I open the door.
"No,"
Lies, Mel, lies. How could you lie to him?
But I want to start again, I don't want him to know me like the pathetic girl from the past. He will see me as pure and good and a masterpiece. I only show him the best side of me. Not that 'me' from years ago. No. I do not want it.
I will chase him, I will pursue him and give him the best in the world on a silver platter. Because he deserves the best of the best.
Oh, the luminous of my life.
May all the blessings be with you.