POV: Ruen
Find me in your dreams.
I wrote these words down on a small piece of paper. It was the only thing I could think of. This was her dying wish. Her last words to me. I hoped it would be enough to wake her heart… that’s if there’s still a fragment of memory left of me inside her.
She will be arriving in the library soon. I heard the librarian talked with her on the phone two hours ago to deliver her borrowed books.
I approached the librarian when she was no longer busy, gave her a good alibi, and then handed her my message. She seemed excited with the notion that I am an admirer of Lianne. My guess was she was a hopeless romantic herself.
My heart couldn’t contain itself anymore when I saw her disembark the taxi. Wonderful yet intoxicating emotions immediately filled me. I felt nervous. I couldn’t deny it. I purposely stood in front of the second-floor porch for her to see me.
This would be my first time showing myself to her after watching her from the distance for the past year.
Yes, one year. That was how long I had endured, and it was certainly a whole year of suffering for me. I was dying inside, little by little, wanting to hold her, to touch her, to feel her, and to make sure that she was really alive.
She looked so elegant and beautiful in her floral dress. Her wavy locks bouncing in the air made me remember the time when she was riding her horse, Arinna, in the stables: carefree, self-assured, and strong-willed.
Oh, how I would love to run my fingers in those locks once again.
As she neared the entryway of the library, she noticed me. She looked surprised. I couldn’t help but look back at her, and when our eyes met, she shyly turned away but I could see her cheeks blush heavily.
‘Cute Lianne, you don’t know how much my heart yearns for you.’
She went inside the library then, and the next time I saw her was when she went up the second floor, and yes, holding my message. I hid in some shelves across her favorite area of the library. This way, I could clearly see her reaction after she read my message.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed when I saw sudden tears stream down her eyes. I wanted to go to her side and comfort her. Tell her it was okay now. Touch her. Kiss her lips that I so wanted to do, but I knew I had to endure more.
Soon… Real soon.
I decided to leave the library to be away from her as soon as possible. I had realized that if I wouldn’t do it and with her all alone on the second floor, I might not be able to hold myself.
I exited the library as hurriedly as I could but I was amazed when her voice rang in the air on top of the porch calling my attention. I turned to look at her, my eyes aflame with passion.
“You! You there! Who are you?! Why did you give this to me?!” she said while flagging the piece of paper in her hand. I opted not to answer.
She looked like she was pissed off with my silence but this was the only way. I couldn’t give more information until the time was right.
However, a small smile broke on the corner of my lips, almost like a smirk, pleased that I got her attention. After one final glance at her, I proceeded to the entrance gate where my car was parked some distance away. I didn’t realize it at first until I got inside that my hands were actually trembling. I felt so free. So relieved. So happy that I saw a small glimpse of hope inside her. Only time and my patience would tell how long this torment would end.
Patience.
Yes… patience.
The key now for my plan to go smoothly was my patience.
However, even that had deserted me, for after a few hours later, I was already stalking her again in her apartment. I just couldn’t contain myself.
I knew it wasn’t right to enter her apartment at midnight without her knowledge, but it gave me a fright when I heard her scream in the bedroom. It looked like she had a bad dream. When she went down to the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the fridge that was when my patience broke down. Seeing her there… just there… my hands and legs betrayed me before I could even think right.
She looked frightened. I bet she thought me a rapist or a murderer, but she caught a glimpse of my face with the dim lighting of the fridge and she somehow calmed down a bit. The knife in her hand frightened me more though. She might cut herself with it, so I instinctively grabbed it from her.
Bad idea I guess.
She panicked and fought with me as hard as she could, refusing to let the knife go.
I didn’t know what else to do then so I kissed her to stop her screaming. But probably, deep inside me, it was more of yearning. God knows how much I missed kissing her.
Then she fainted, probably because of her overworked emotions.
Touching her face, I realized that I was truly in torment, and this feeling would never end. This craving would never be sated until she’ll be with me.
She must remember. She should remember. And the only way possible, I think, was for her to go to the Regaleria Mansion once again.