Denial.
A simple word, but has its deep meaning that made Narika try as much as possible to still hope on the belief that what just happened right now, was nothing but a dream.
Yes, a dream. That's what it was.
Adrik kissed her…a ghost placed its ghoulish lips on her virgin lips!
"Fuck!"
She heard him curse, and before her very eyes he vanished into thin air, leaving her all hot, bothered and eager for answers that she knew, he wouldn't willingly answer her even if she asked.
She just had her first kiss stolen by him, Adrik kissed her!
It was as if she was in a daze all long, denying that this was just him manipulating her. That's what he was good at, but he disappeared on her.
Why?
Because it was all too fucking real!
A loud wail escaped her lips, and she found herself sliding down to the ground in gasped breath. She couldn't breathe…no, this called for a panic attack.
