THE ELITE AGENT

63. HOME

Elena's POV:

The rain had stopped when I parked my car. I step out as I look up to see stars shine down on me. The dark clouds have cleared, making way for the stars to take control of the sky. I could almost feel the stars apologize to me for their delayed appearance.

I walk into the dark, silent mansion. Dad barely uses this place as he stays overnight at the agency. Despite that, the place is crystal clear.

"I agreed to everything you said but I want to come back to the agency tomorrow."

I stop in my tracks. My eyes slowly glide up to see a certain someone walking down the spiral stairs, his phone pressed against his ear. When he reaches the end of the staircase, he turns towards the kitchen but pauses when he realises that someone is standing like a statue, watching him. He pulls his phone away and slowly turned his eyes on me. He froze.

I kept our eye contact and walked.

Then faster.

Before I knew it, I was sprinting.

I never knew my legs could run this fast. My feet barely touched the floor before I take another long stride. I ran. I race against the wind as blood in my veins came alive, racing through every nerve making me humane. My eyes, which I thought weren't capable of any more tears, a few of them escaped, cascading down my pale face.

Even if there was a swirling dark tornado rushing towards me, I would still run towards it. I bet my blood on it, I would. Because there was my hope. There was my light. There was my thumping heart.

There was he, the best person in the whole world.

Scratch that, he is my world.

I run and run and run. Every little atom and molecule made way for me to reach him. He stood there in astonishment, relief, and his soft eyes...

God, his blue-grey eyes.

I don't stop. Not even when I am close. I slam myself against him, my arms encircling around his neck in a tight embrace. He stumbled back because of the force but held his ground. His phone clanked down and then I felt his arms come around me. A breathy chuckle left my lips as I held him, my heart thumping against his. Fast rapid thumps. So was his heart.

Perfectly synchronized.

Slowly, reluctantly, I pull away and look straight into his eyes. His blue-grey eyes. A glacier surrounded by dark gloomy clouds. Like an amalgam of ocean and sky. With a relieved sigh, I place my forehead against his. It felt like he breathed life into my dead heart.

"Please, don't," I whisper.

"Don't what?" He asked, his voice steady like a captain. Like a leader. Like mine.

"Don't be a fragment of my imagination."

"I am not."

I shake my head and embrace him again. Too scared to let go, too scared that he would disintegrate into dust. I hear him chuckle.

"I thought you were anti-romantic," He jests. I pull away and bring my fisted hand to his face. A long smack resonated when he stops it with his palm before it connected with his face. He raises his eyebrow.

"That's more like the girl I know."

I look down as I hiss through my clenched teeth. "I hate you. I hate you so much."

"Yeah. Your recent action spoke so."

"Do you have any idea what I went through for this whole month?! Do you—" I cut myself off as I take a deep breath. My eyes stayed focused on his shoes like it's the most interesting thing in the world.