Milk And Cardamom | S. Brown ✔

[13]

Rose looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling and sat up immediately. Her headache was gone by then but fragments of a twisted dream still lingered in her memory; a bright green liquid gathered in a deep pit, agonizing screams piercing the atmosphere and ocean blue irises flecked with the same bright green.

She massaged her temples, closing her eye briefly to get rid of the images within. But then the questions of where she was at the moment and how had she gotten there took hold of her instead.

The last thing she recalled was fainting in the street after her head almost exploded with pain upon seeing Jason's unforgettable face in front of her.

Jason.

How could it be possible when she had herself seen him get tortured then die in the explosion?

Knowing she could not take the risk of staying at an unfamiliar place, she got off the bed, slipping her feet into her sandals. Though as she did so, she caught sight of the fruit bowl at the table and the note placed underneath.

Intrigued, she took the note out first.

Rose,
I'm sorry I brought you here without permission. You were not well and I didn't know any other safe place to take you to. Please don't leave just yet, I know I have a lot to explain.
Jason.

The writing was familiar, the name was familiar and yet it all seemed impossible.

But then her gaze fell upon the fresh red apples and her stomach churned, making her realize that she hadn't eaten anything since the previous morning.

Normally, she would have never thought of eating something left for her in such circumstances but she was hungry and if it really was Jay who had brought her there, the fruit would not be poisoned.

Taking the knife placed beside the bowl, she cut a slice out from the apple, checking it closely before finally taking a bite. She waited for five minutes after that knowing that if it was poisoned, the effect would have been immediate.

Deciding at last that it was safe to eat the apples, she placed the knife back and bit the fruit directly, relishing the sweet taste.

She had almost finished it when the distinct sound of a door unlocking was heard so she straightened, grabbing the knife again, eye trained on the doorway.

Soon enough a figure stepped up front and the knife came whizzing toward him, striking the wall and missing him by mere centimeters.

He was not even fazed by the act though he took the knife and cautiously approached her, placing it back on the table. She was looking at him in disbelief because there was no doubt that he was Jason, no matter if it was downright impossible.

The few differences from how she had seen him last were that he was taller and much strongly built, there was a white streak in his dark hair and his ocean blue eyes were flecked with green. But without a shadow of doubt, the man in front of her was Jason, no matter how unbelievable it was for it to be the truth.

She retrieved her gaze from him, focusing on eating the rest of the fruit. He looked at her confused, because he was expecting her to shower him with questions but then thought that perhaps she had had a vision regarding him again and knew already.

Somehow she had always known a lot beforehand.

After she had finished eating the apples, she turned slightly to face him and spoke up, "I know you're not a ghost neither a hallucination. But you can't be real because I saw you die. Who are you? Or rather, what are you?"