Dream Girl on Monday

Chapter 3: Beneath the Surface

Thoughts swirled in my mind like a tempest, as I watched the girl with long, flowing blonde
hair. The resemblance to an Asian Chinese beauty was uncanny, and it only added to the
intrigue that surrounded her. Her dragon tattoo, etched delicately on her neck, seemed to
hold a story of its own—an emblem of strength and resilience.
But as she turned, revealing her vulnerability while changing her t-shirt, a wave of
uncertainty washed over me. Was it right to invite a stranger into my life like this? Doubt
crept in, whispering hesitations in my ear. Yet, a resolute determination simmered beneath
the surface, reminding me of the dangers that awaited her outside.
A beautiful girl like her, with an invisible target on her back, deserved safety and protection. I
couldn't simply let her fend for herself, knowing the looming threat that shadowed her every
step. The killer, relentless in their pursuit, could strike again if given the chance.
Moments later, she approached me with an endearing smile. "Hey, don't you have anything
in your fridge? I'm hungry," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.
A sudden realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. In the midst of the chaos and urgency,
I had forgotten to stock up on groceries. Guilt washed over me, mingling with a sense of
responsibility. "I apologize," I responded, my voice laced with sincerity. "I completely forgot.
You must be famished and weary after everything that has happened."
Leading her to my small, cluttered room, I revealed the messiness that defined my personal
space. "Please make yourself comfortable here," I suggested, gesturing toward the bed. "I
am living alone, and I don't have an extra bedroom. But rest assured, I will arrange myself by
clearing out space in my study room."
She nodded, gratitude glimmering in her eyes. "Thank you, Nafi. I appreciate your kindness,"
she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.
With a promise to return soon, I left the room, giving her the opportunity to gather her
thoughts and find solace in the temporary sanctuary I had provided. Outside, the city lights
illuminated the path ahead as I ventured into the night, my mission clear: to procure a meal
for the weary girl under my care.
As I strolled through the bustling streets, a sense of purpose enveloped me. The weight of
responsibility settled on my shoulders, mingling with a curiosity that burned brightly within.
Who was this girl, really? What events had transpired in her life to bring her to this
dangerous precipice?
With each step, I resolved to uncover the truth, to guard her from the perils that lurked in the
shadows. For in the midst of uncertainty, a connection had been forged—one that
transcended the boundaries of logic and reason.