ROSE P.O.V.
I sobbed into his chest unceasingly, my hands clutching his jacket. He held me in silence, rocking me slowly as my tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let me pull away, blinking my lashes heavy with tears.
"Shh, it's okay," he says, keeping his index finger on my lips.
"He will kill me," I sputtered, he looks at me with suspicious eyes and asked, "Who?"
Not knowing what to say further, I buried my head into his chest again. We were in the same position for almost an hour not saying anything, like he knew something bad had happened to me.
Removing a handkerchief from his left pocket, he hands it to me and says, "An angel never cries."
Grabbing the handkerchief from him, I wipe my tears and give him a faint smile.
"So, what about having some Chinese food with me?" he asked and I replied, "I don't have any appetite."
"Oh, come on, I'm hungry!" he insisted,
"Okay, I'll come," I agreed.
Adrien took me to the same restaurant where we met the first time and we sat in the same place at the corner.
"You want to tell me what exactly happened?" he asked nicely,
What shall I say to him? That I met someone a week ago and kissed him, and that it turns out he is not a human?
"I don't know what to say, just drop it," I replied rather than telling him the truth.
"Yeah, I understand," he gives me a genuine smile. The waiter comes near our table to take our orders,
"Two noodles, one for the lady and one for me," Adrien orders for both of us,
"I forgot to ask you, why did you come over today?" I asked as we waited for our food to arrive.
"Actually, I was waiting for you yesterday to arrive for dinner but you didn't and your friend told me that you didn't come back the whole night so I was just worried."
"Were you stalking me?" I questioned suspiciously,
"This dress really suits you, beautiful choice," he compliments, trying to change the topic, obviously and I muttered a small 'thank you' because the word 'choice' reminded me of Lorenzo.
The waiter came back with our meals, the smell of noodles filling my nostrils but not helping with my appetite. My stomach is not hungry anymore and my heart still feels lonely. There's an undescribed sadness inside me, which is killing me.
Taking two to three bites, I stop. Keeping my fork down.
"What happened? You don't like it?" Adrien asked, seemingly concerned about me. I wonder why?
"Nothing, I just don't have an appetite to eat anymore," I exclaimed,
"Okay," he mumbles, chewing his food.
After his meal was over, Adrien paid for both of us. Obviously, he didn't let me pay and I didn't have the strength to fight him. When we came outside the restaurant Adrien said, "I'm having some business work around, so I'll leave," and then added "Please don't cry, whenever you need me, you just need to give a call." taking my hand, he kisses my knuckles and hands me a black-square card.
The card was square in shape, it looked old. In the middle of it, Adrien was written in calligraphy, and at the bottom of it was his phone number
A small smile crept my lips, amused by his uniqueness.
"Okay... thank you for being there, and for the lunch too," I said, and
"Anything for the lady," he answers and I watch as he gets inside his matte black BMW.
Walking back to my room, I'm again greeted by the painful hearings. I cannot understand why this is happening to me. It makes me cry more and more. A week ago, I wouldn't be able to understand why someone would want to cry. But now, alone here, it's easy. Like his pain will come out from my eyes.
Now red, tear rimmed eyes stared back at me, he was here standing in front of me, the person in the black cloak. I could see his face now, he was Lorenzo. With watery streaks falling down my freckled face, I smoothened my now chaotic hair and wiped the tears from my cheeks which were now blotchy and mottled. My whole face is now washed with a dull red, including the very end of my nose.
"Please come back, beloved," he whispers,
My eyes flew open, my limbs flex in shock. Why did Lorenzo come to my dream? The man with a black cloak, who was always there with me in each and every dream is none other than Lorenzo?
Why does he keep calling me 'Beloved'.