As I entered the house, my mum noticed my blush and asked me with a smile, that how was her idea of a dinner. I tried to hide my feelings and I told her that it was fairly okay. She somehow knew that I loved it. So she said that she would love to see more of her in the house. I refused to reply and went straight to bed and could not sleep. It was the smothering of her lips with mine that clouded my thoughts. I was already into her and I did not know how. After some time, her message entered my phone reading, "Nice dinner today, it was nice being with you. Good night". I smiled and slept off.
That weekend seemed long to me as the thoughts of Beauty always bumped into my thoughts. I could not resist, even if I tried to. On Sunday night, I had to call her; at least to hear her voice. I was already attached to her anyways. She picked my call and I asked how she has been and she told me that she has been fine but she has been thinking about that day. I was surprised and could not tell her that I felt the same way. I simply told her that it was a good day for me too and that I would see her at work the next day.
With a new day, comes new thoughts and with a new week comes, new dreams. It was a Monday morning and I hastily left for work as we had several top-class cases to handle that week. I saw Beauty and could only wave to her and she did the same because we were in a haste to attend the general meeting that had been called. After the meeting, I went to my office and a knock was on my door; it was Beauty. She told me that she had been transferred to Dublin in Ireland and that she has been replaced with Madeleine in my team. She said that she was to leave in two days, this was too soon. I did not know whether to cry or to smile. I asked her how long she was going to be there, she said two to three months. This brought my mind low. She was already getting emotional and I went towards her to hug her.
She had no option but to wish me success in the upcoming case and she expressed her feelings towards me that she had always liked me and that if fate desires, we could see each other again. This word sparked my mind as several thoughts started to ooze out. If fate were so nice, lovers should not be separated. She only asked me to ensure that I kept in touch with her; I promised to do this so she left.
I was seriously disturbed and felt heart-broken that Beauty would be gone for so long, especially now that I already had feelings for her. It was painful. Losing the ones you care about for a long time is always painful, what about losing someone who might never see again; how painful is that? This made me to remember losing my dad and I was nearly brought to tears. My countenance was sullen for the rest of the day.
When I got home, I went to my room straight and this was very unusual of me. My mum came into my room and saw my face looking dim and she asked me what had happened. I told her and she felt the same way for me. She comforted me and somehow, I decided to remain in touch with her.
On Wednesday night, I got a message from Beauty; she was in Dublin already. I told her how much I missed her and that Madeleine could not replace her efficiency in my team. She smiled and sounded the same way too and told me to take care of myself. This went on, we confabulated on a daily basis but day after day, I noticed a drop in my affection for her.
It was a Friday and after work, I had to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries to the house. I started to pick the things I needed and I heard a girl discuss over the phone with her mother about not finding a particular good that she was looking for. That item was actually in my front and I tapped her from behind and lo and behold, it was a person from the past; it was Jessica. I was dumbfounded and had to look at her several times before saying a thing.
As I stared at her, I saw disgust in her face. This made me unable to tell her anything about the hospital. I simply told her that the item that she was looking for was right there. She said thank you in a casual manner and I really did not feel happy about it. Some part of me wished that I told her about it or maybe, asked for her number. In dismay and shock, I left the supermarket and went straight to the hospital where she was admitted and went to see the doctor. The doctor told me that there was a slim chance of her remembering anything about me since there was no major activity between us and that she was totally unconscious during my stay. I asked the doctor if I could have her address or her mobile number. He gave me her number considering the care and responsibilities that I shouldered during her stay there.