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“Little Stela . . . are you alright?”
I breathed for air when I saw his face just inches from mine, in his tight embrace, the moment I woke up.
I panicked and pushed him away. He was surprised by my sudden outburst and released me. I got to my feet and sprinted away from him, but he grabbed my wrist before I could even put distance between us.
“Estela, Stop! I won’t do anything!”
He tightened his grip, but I couldn’t feel nor hear anything. The only thing which mattered was to get away from him as soon as possible. Or my existence will be in danger!
I shouted and pulled my hand away.
“Estela, stop! It’s dangerous to run at night!”
I paused and wandered my gaze.
It was already night time, and only the fire of the burnt wood served as our light and warmth.
“Are you hungry? I prepared our dinner.”
I faced him and noticed those impaled fishes grilled above the fire.
My cheeks burned as he softly laughed.
I couldn’t help but pout when he continued to laugh at me.
I can’t help it!
It had been a whole day that I didn’t eat anything.
“I’ll let you go, but promise me you won’t run away,” he said while his eyes were not leaving my face, assisting my reaction.
I met his gaze, discerning if he would do something to me, and when I found it wasn’t the case, it was when I nodded.
He smiled and let me go.
“I’m sorry about hugging you. Your body was shivering so I . . .”
He didn’t finish his sentence as he averted his gaze, looking all flush, and a smile escaped my lips.
I quickly shook it away.
He breathed before he went to grabbed a fish and gave it to me. His eyes were kind while his lips were smiling.
I took the fish, still maintaining my guard against him. One wrong move, and I would dash away.
But first, I had to feed myself to replenish my energy.
“I’ll leave you alone, and I promise to put distance between us . . . so please . . . don’t run away from me again.”
My heart shook when he pleaded that I nodded without thought. He smiled once more and sat on the root of a large tree.
When I was sure he wouldn’t do anything, I sat on the opposite tree root before chomping the fish.
Not long after, I finished eating the fishes. When only one fish remained, I glanced at him, and it was when I noticed he was just staring at me with a smile on his lips.
I avoided his passionate gaze, couldn’t bear to see it.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already eaten.”
How could he know what I was thinking?
I frowned and grabbed the last fish, and chomped it all down.
“You can rest after if you want. I’ll stand guard.”
I retraced his gaze, and that was when I noticed our little shelter was doubled.
He probably built it a while ago.
I sighed in relief when I realized he was not entirely useless.
Somehow, I was comforted at the thought that the person stuck with me on this island knew how to stay alive.
Even I didn’t expect I could survive in this wilderness. I thought I had trained for this somehow. Thus, my brain and body naturally responded and adapted to these kinds of situations.
I remained quiet while he leaned against the tree as he supported his chin with one hand while he stared at me with a smile on his lips.
He was like a love-struck fool watching his crush.
I blushed at the thought.
He is my boyfriend?
I couldn’t remember him. Like everything else, only remembered familiar sensation.
What now? What should I do?
I don’t want to be with him.
I might love him in the past, but now . . . he is just a stranger to me.
Should I tell him to break up?
But what will happen when I regain my memory?
But what if I don’t?
My head hurts at the different thoughts battling in my head.
I glanced once more at him. Well, at least he didn’t keep pushing, and he said he would back away.
Does that mean he won’t bother me anymore?
I felt relive and sad at the same time. Which was a weird feeling.
I’m not falling for him . . . am I?
I shook my head.
I didn’t want to be near him. I was too scared of what he might do to me.
Could he bring back my memories? Was that why my brother stranded us here together?
Do I even want my memories back?
No. I don’t.
I inhaled for air when I realized my feelings.
I don’t want my memories to return?
Is that normal?
I felt living like this, free and un-constricted like a newborn, rediscovering the world once more . . . was nice.
So that was why I don’t like this man.
Associating with him might bring my memories back.
I took mental note to put distance between us.
And . . .
I have to tell him to break up and stop associating himself with me any longer.
But what if I regain my memories? My love for him?
. . .
. . .
I shook my head.
I’ll have to deal with it when it comes. The important thing is to live in the present.
There must be a reason why I lost my memories in the first place and a reason why I didn’t want them back.
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