Forget Me Not [DELETING SOON]

1 - the myth

"Memories crumbled like dried flower petals. At the tip of my fingers, under my feet and right behind your back."

She clicked her tongue as the garçon returned with their wine, pausing to pour each glass before he retreated while her every second was all consumed talking to some young bachelors across the expansive room.

Even through awkward situations were something Reese Clarke Starrysky was trained to overcome. As an heiress, she was often expected to enter a room, smile and own it. And neither she saw no reason that this should be any different.

It might have been a fine day, indeed, if not for her parents setting a business-all-about-occasion and s.hit, "Shall we bet on it?" She picked her glass up and lifted a challenging brow. "I say, what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine."

The young man swirled the wine once more as his eyes glint with amusement, pulling off a slight chuckle. "Hardly a fair proposition butー" He paused and this time, it was him who arched his brows, challenging her every nerve ending. "If you lose, you'll have to go on a date with me, gorgeous."

She scoffed at his remark. What made you think that I'm going to lose? Just so you know, the odds was not merely against my favor. "We'll see. Flattery will get you no where with me. Considering the bet was already off seconds ago." She smirked, flipping an Ace black butterfly mark card in-between her fingers. "That's twenty-one. Blackjack. Game over."

"Okay, I'm out. You're too tough to handle." He commented with stunned expression. "Well, congratulations."

"Too tough?" She laughed but was warmed by his recognition. "But thanks. That was a good game rather." Reese smiled once more at the idea. That was definitely the first. "It's just a matter of game of luck. To win, you have to make a move." But what came out of her mouth wasn't she expected to say before she dismissed. "Like love, it's a risky game."

She simply sighed and started to stood, readily to move herself out. Bracing reality was what she needed as she pushed against the door, getting ready to escape this hellhole of a night and bed right now was exactly the solution.

I wished hell was beautiful.

~

Reese woke the next morning, prepared to head early at The Fearrington Hotel where she would be joining her parents for some occasional-lunch-of-togetherness of not seeing each other for almostー every day. She stood at the lobby and bit her lip as the sun itself was beaming outside, beckoning her. Wondering all along what she should do with all the extra hour she had not until she found a demesne view at the edge-side of the building.

As Reese found her way to the garden park, she walked past a trellis of pearl-white roses formed a canopied archway into the Eden-like setting. The shade cooled her skin, the great oaks and the towering conifers sealed her off from the bright light of mid day at her back. Hedge-enclosed feast of the senses, awash with fragrance and the moist sweet earthened-breeze surrounded her as she took a step to enter the wide plain with no direction and tipped her head back to breathe in the mingle scents of the wild roses.

Her searched for diversion had led her mesmerized to a patch of blossoming weeds. There, a butterfly and its astounding azure wings were flattering off on a zigzagging path towards the edge of the silent woodland.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" A sudden, gentle voice of a man echoed behind her back. "Come, I'll show you a better view."

"Wait," Reese halted, taken aback by his words. "Who are you?" But he only let out a slight chuckle before pulling her and led her further within. "I said, wait! Where are you taking me?"

"Patience, you'll see." He cooed as his own hands ensconced in her, escorting her to the heart of the motte, to a secretly shady alcove where a nearby spread upon the green fields was covered with tiny delicate-bluish toned flowers, it was a beautiful sight. "I'll take it from the look on your face. Enjoying the great view, don't you Reese?"

Wait? Hold on? Did he justー?

She drew her brows together and her eyes flashed. She tried to repeat his words over and over in her mind. He knew me? But I knew it was impossible. But she gave up trying to figure out the enigmatic man.

Moments passed, she noticed lifeless tears trickling down on his cheek. Is he crying? But why?

Reese felt bewildered at the moment as she took the chance of shifting her gaze at his refined features. He has a darker-rich-chestnut hair that freely falls under his lashes which was swept in sided-ways like being perfectly tended to be suited with his pale complexion, beautifully. His pair of gloomy obsidian-eerie eyes molded with sharp distinction, they too had revealed a world of despair.

"Forget-Me-Not." He begun, spreading a feeble smile on his face. "A flower that symbolizes true love, was it? How cruel yet undeniably beautiful." He turned his attention back to her. Nevertheless, she felt a reluctant smile curled on his lips. "Would you mind me, telling you an old myth?" He asked and finally took the cue of explaining. "After the earth was created, God gave every single plant and animal a name. As soon as He was done and was getting Himself ready to leave, He then heard a tiny voice under His feet sayingー what about me?"

The next words seemed to got her attention. She wanted to leave, remembering how her parents warned her about strangers. But there's something in this story that keeps her glued to listen, "So, what happened next?" Reese finally broke the silence off and questioned him.

Soon, she found him rested his knees before continuing. "God had gathered the little flowers whom he had forgotten in His hands and spoke unto themー because I forgot once, I shall never forget you again, and that shall be your name." Said the man as he gently picked the flower, "As the name suggest, they were used as gifts with the hope of it's recipient will not forget the giver. They say, it also defines a faithful love and memories." He stopped and begun walking towards her, placing pieces of flower over her palm as he took the chance to whisper under her breath,

"Say it, my name, will you?"

She gasped and her eyes were bloodshot open. Her heart was pounding frantically in her chest as she quickly scanned the entire room. Where was I? Was it a dream? What the hell just happened? It took her mind a moment to sort through the remnants of a dream being chased away by the realization that she had finally woken.

Reese was left alone with her inner speculation and thought she might feel better if she'd purge. So, she leaned over the bathroom sink and let everything out.

A few moments passed, her head cleared a little and was able to start the shower. The steam had somehow refreshed herself even more but when she took a step from the shower, it felt like this whole night was some kind of a long ago dream or worse, a nightmare.

She sighed, trying to savor the moment and hope she would never woke from this treacherous memories of a dream.

Who are you?

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