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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

"Greetings. Ha-ha, The most hidden part behind the confidence in you. "And there's always room for one more surprise, right?" he said.

You think it might be a simple stumble but I was still trying to figure out, if was I supposed to meet him in person. That weird person frightened my way here. Here in the darkest times, his appearance lightened my heart. His words had already taken a special place in my heart.

"You? I don't... understand?"

Seems like, he froze in for a long moment.

"Why don't you just leave those... arms, my dear" he grinned.

I leaped out of his body and blew a back strand of my real curly hair.  Behind my back, he picked up my water bottle and swiped the dust with etiquette.

"What kind of dress is that, young lady? He intentionally asked with a sneer.

"I just found out the general schooling style", I howled. How am I supposed to know that? Shouldn't you be asking the designer? The designer would rather have plucked your head for your calculated questions".

"why not?"

Guess you can understand why I am called A-T-T-R-A-C-T-I-V-E.

Something is still unknown, to bring him back to me. If life is trying to fool me once more, then it's working, I believe. I slid away my gaze in hesitance. I ran her eyes down the water bottle. Then grabbed it out of his hand and backed away with it.

"I'm okay".

"I am not even concerned", he laughed.

"You lead a life of crime, but I don't think this life leads you anywhere", I growled.

Shivering, I hugged myself. It felt heavy and damp as if it might snow but it still is autumn. I slanted down and sat tucked.

Moreover, I glimpsed up and down his body.

Nothing disgruntles anyone more than the feeling they are being wrecked.

He then dogged to my other side. Less than a second, he gave a big sigh.

His silence was undoubtedly seducing me.

He lowered his head to my right where I could feel his breath.

I suddenly had a tingling sensation all over my chest.

He then leaned closer to me. Even closer.

When one's life is wrecked for good, it shouldn't be swept by your partner. People soon hand over their lives in a way that love will be of assistance to their benefits and development. The partner, to boot, would carry a torch for a bias in favor of something. 

I sensed the uneasiness of people around me. With a sense of foreboding, I take steps in a blue funk.

He looked exactly the opposite. I don't want him to shove me off. I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to look at me, and declare me a better orator.

"I have a lot to speak about, can you recommend me_", I said, bitterly regretting but still counting on it being done. 

I froze in for a moment, to say the least. I was already dead.

He eyed me suspiciously.

I broke the silence that took place before seven seconds.

"Ha-ha! Gotcha! It's all JK's". How can I act so flawlessly unnatural?

he dropped the stone to the floor. "Huh?"

As if being with some strange dismay wasn't a sufficient annoyance. Besides, I stand nowhere near that person. Mama declared, to dwell away from people submitting themselves to get things done.

I hold a high ambition. Mum created me as a feminist. Furthermore,

I believed, the strength of casuals, in a seemingly absurd or paradoxical is, is also a weakness to build any relationship.

Normally, I am not a fraidy cat. Still, I just had an exceedingly nasty feeling about this scene.

I sighed again," okay, let's go over that, you may hit me with that stone".

She cracked up touching his neck outside.

"But as far as I reflect, this lived your ritual, wasn't it". he breezily shouted to me, "Am I right?" I replied.

He turned his gaze with a smile. He leaned slightly forward. I realized I wasn't shivering anymore. His casual unconcern gave a different outlook of what was portrayed earlier of him being visibly anxious and much inflaming on personal vulnerability.

He had a long observance of the place around him.

Pretty much in a jiffy, he was focusing on my erogenous zones.

It was an overused moment when it almost seemed like two attractive people would share and understand their feelings. As often as not, I saw couples holding hands in cold, and mostly considered breathing a lot in between. This futile process of holding and breathing exasperates my further feelings. I habitually carried a death stare and would depart horrifically in a pompous manner, that would scare the living daylights out of them.

But I scrolled down a survey once, that said, emotional intimacy creates a deep sense of security within your relationship.

According to theoretical postulations, I tried it in practice.

"I couldn't hold it in. I am afraid.

That day I was horror-stricken by the world", I said.

"Yeah. Sure", he muttered.

I stared hard at him and crossed my arms tightly in front of him.

"No, really, was there a threat?", he asked.

Perhaps, I gave him a cold stare. He was hardly even soft.

"do you have a reason to be afraid?" He pushed to the limit hurling back his hair.

Enough. He was too unconcerned or hardly even cared to know anything. I had a final glance at him and his uncommon beauty. My eyes swept his beard and took a deep breath to work up my courage, hence, to finally, leave him right instant, ignoring to reply further. He blocked my way through his feet. But I cannot let him reach that far. We turned and shared blinks.

In a few moments, with platitudes, he broke out saying--

"Don't you see? Once you're in, there's no leaving. Your journey has begun, and ends are oftentimes unexpected or sometimes even heart-breaking. Trying to find a way out. well, you have to be calm, and have no complaints about your past", he softly said, nearly in a whisper.

"Well, I don't want to go on a journey, though I want to go to Paris but ..", I said fearfully.

He shared a weak smile and rubbed my cheeks. I absolutely threw it.

"That magic comes to life only when you complete the journey", He said softly.

"Will this journey ever end in this life"?

He froze for a moment. As if like my words sent chills down his spine. His voice shook, revealing his panic. I felt a shiver of fear as he stared into my eyes.

"I don't know, once I completed this journey. But there was no train to go home, still it never--- anyways, I am forced to play the same game year after year", he extended a sigh.

I shoved my shoulders, "where's the train, are you panicked?".

He laughed, "panic makes my legs tremble, is it trembling?"

I shared a laugh with him and glanced at his whole casual attire.

Little did we see each other, smiling in silence. He lowered his eyes to my lips. His realness is beyond anything I knew about his duplicity back then.

Suddenly, I raised my hands in silence, my voice faded and my mind spun when I shirked raising a question about his mysterious company.

"Anyways what exactly are you doing in school?"

He giggled digressing to the subject,

"You've been here past thirty minutes, you are in ample threat lady!".

I immediately recalled my bunk, my pointers got on senseless with worry together with my face going around white.

The environment seems to be in a grip of known anxiety. My world will be in horrible hazard.

We glanced at each other. We knew we didn't have a choice.

"Thank you for reminding me this early, you creep", I screamed, striding my way back, hurriedly.

"Oh, and by the way, it's Shane!"

"I may continue later, you can't scare me, journey!!!!!!!!".

He waves his hand, beaming.