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I was alarmed at how my brain worked.
I was feeling that something inside me was trying to break free, trying to wake up, and that scared me.
I felt like; I would disappear if that something did wake up.
Without a second thought, I gathered my strength and kicked the man hard in his stomach.
He groaned and loosened his grip, I immediately crawled away from him and stood up as I dash towards my clothes.
I didn’t wait.
The moment I grabbed my clothes, I sprinted into the forest, determined to avoid him at all cost.
I shrunk my tiny self into the crevice of a large tree root. I thought I could hide from him a bit more, but clearly, it was just my wishful thinking.
I shouted when he bent down and was about to reach out to me.
He halted as his face contorted in pain, then he was smiling – a sad smile.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that to you…”
He placed the piles of fruits in front of me before he raised his arms, signaling that he wouldn’t do me any harm. And I thought that he would finally go away when he turned around, but much to my dismay, he sat on a large tree root not far from where I am. His eyes were not leaving mine the moment he settled himself.
“I won’t do that again…. so… can we… talk…?”
His voice was low and careful. He was probably afraid that I would just sprint again.
I didn’t respond and shrank myself some more, secretly praying for him to go away.
“Why don’t we talk about something. You know, so you can get to know me better.”
He smiled, and I swear… I thought my eyes had gone wrong when I saw sparkles around him.
I still didn’t respond and just looked at him suspiciously.
I don’t want him near me.
“I’m Zhander Jansen, twenty-four years old, and I’m… your boyfriend….”
I thought as much.
“But of course, you don’t remember that.” He chuckled while he ran his fingers through his hair, but after a while of silence, he sighed.
“You’re probably wondering why you and I are here. Frankly, I don’t have any clue either. At that time when I saw you at your brother’s office… I was actually asking him a favor to see and talk to you with your mother so tightly guarding you and all… I had no other choice but to ask for his help.”
My frown deepened.
Something tells me that asking my brother for favors was never a good idea.
He laughed, more like a tired laugh.
“I never would have imagined that he would trick me. I was woken up that someone would take me for a ride to see you. Since I was so excited to finally have a chance to talk to you… I tag along… and here I am.” He mockingly smiled at himself.
Then he seriously stared at me.
“But I would still come even on top of Everest or in the deepest part of a blazing volcano or the freezing desolate Arctic just so that I could see and talk to you again.”
I bit my lip and interlocked my fingers when something inside me tried to break free. My head began to feel dizzy at the pounding pain. I didn’t know if the pounding was my heart or my brain or maybe both.
“Little Stela… what’s wrong?”
I heard the worry in his voice.
He probably noticed my face contorted in agony as droplets of cold sweat erupted from my body.
Before I knew it, I slumped on the ground. His cries of my name were the last thing I heard before my vision and consciousness faded.
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