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14. Fireflies

Y/n

I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in low light. As I'm dreaming, I saw you in the loose white dress shirt and tight black pants. Leaning on the railings at the balcony. Your hands holding a Ruby necklace. Your body shining, under the moonlight. And I was lying on my bed starring at you. Like I almost died in stunned by the figures of you. I can't get up, neither calling your name so you can come and help me.

I was weak, and vulnerable. And then you finally came to look what happened. You're so close and I was already to offer my hands for you to lift me up. But then I saw a dirt in your dress shirt. The dirt that dripping from the corner of your red lips. They keep on coming out, and it makes me realize that it's a blood. There's a blood coming out of your mouth and wetting your thin shirt.

I wanted to scream, but no voice came out of my throat. As you come closer. There's no blood in your dress shirt and mouth anymore. I sigh in relief as you lift my body and carrying me in your arms.

"..don't be afraid, my little girl, I will never hurt you."

And then everything goes black again. Like I was drown in the depths of the ocean. I'm trying to swam up to reach the surface but something holding my legs to keep me still. I'm struggling to breath, my lungs is getting out of air and soon, I will be dead. I close my eyes, seeing between dead and alive, a hope that's appear as a light slowly become brighter. And brighter, and brighter. As if sending me power from above to unweighted the burden under my feet and bravely swam up there.

I wake up with the sweat on my forehead and racing heart beat. My breath irregular as I hold on my chest. And I realize I was alone again in the big room. No sign of him that last night we shared a bed. I rub my face and gather myself up. I look at the clock that showing me it's already 5 in the morning.

I sigh and get down the bed and walking to the bathroom.

That dream is crazy. And I don't know if that's meaning anything to me. Or just imaginary of my past that still biased. I look at myself in the mirror, messy hair, and there's purple marks on my neck and collar bones.

I feel embarrassed as I remember what happened before we both go to bed last night. We almost did it. But he stopped me, and I was the one whose really eager to feel my first time with him. And that's how he marked me now. This wouldn't fade until a few days and people will see it. We have Helga with us now, she must have make fun of me when she saw this marks.

I look away from the mirror and just take a quick shower.

Walking inside the big closet to find a dress to wear. I was surprised when all the closet only filled with black and white color. It's between two part separate male and female clothes. I go left to reach the big cabinet and found myself a white matching bikini. I remember beach, maybe I will need it to go swimming today. I took it, and wear it. I decided to just wear over sized shirt that I took from the other side if the closet. It's his, I can tell by the size, he is a big man. He will be okay if I wear his clothes.

I walk out to brush my hair. Seeing the line up fragrance on the make up table. He really does prepare everything properly before we reach here. So I picked vanilla rose something to sniff the scent, it's good. I spray it on the neck and my inner wrist. There's no need to put on some make up so I go with my bare face and getting out of the bedroom to find him.

The room still dark out there. Even Helga still haven't wake up since it's too early. I go to the first floor carefully with my sandals not to make too much sound.

A light cane out of one of the room as if it's calling me to come closer. I walk toward that room and smiling. My mind thinking about him. Happily.

I peeked through the small space of an open door. The room is cold as I open the door a bit wider, just like the morning breeze and smells of woods spreading through my nostrils.