Worship Series

Chapter # 34.2

Smiling, I showed them their rooms and deliberately showed him his in the end to talk to him, praying he would remember anything about me but his eyes spoke they didn't.

He noticed my expression and stopped, turning to me, hands resting in pocket, even though his posture was so stern. My height was now smaller. Ten years were truly a long time.

"What?" He asked, tone cold.

"What?" I blinked innocently. My heart skipped a beat when he called, strength draining from me.

"Why are you staring at me like this? I noticed it during the meeting too. Your eyes were fixed on me this whole time." He asked exasperatedly. He noticed, he knew I was staring.

But, how could I look elsewhere when he was there?

"You don't know?" I asked, voice fading in between, taking a step back.

His anger cleared he was irked, no sign of my remembrance that pierced an arrow through my chest.

"How am I supposed to know?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes, almost infuriated by the way I was looking at him.

He doesn't remember.

Soon my emotions were replaced by the coldness, I buried the ache and kept an emotionless face.

"I apologize for it. But, how can I not stare when the Plague Doctor is before me?" I told him coldly and turned to leave with a shattered heart but he put his hand in between, stopping me.

"No, wait."

We both were on either side of the doorframe and his hand restricted my path to leave but placed it before me.

His eyes studied mine intently, the in-depth gaze stopped my breaths. I didn't blame him for forgetting but this intensity couldn't halt what I feel. My emotions would remain the same. He will remember.

One day. He will and then return to me- As a Dangerous Worshiper...

"What?" I whispered, my breath becoming shallow.

"Your eyes..." He spoke huskily, taking a step closer.

Closing the gap and hovering over me. My shoulders tensed, eyes widened but no expression.

Yet, all of it was eerily arresting, I craved more of his proximity.

"What about my eyes?" I asked, almost breathlessly, pressing my hand on the frame to support.

He had no idea how rapidly my soul was burning to find him near yet so far from me.

"Do I know you? I was living here before, we must have known each other." He spoke after a prolonged silence, contemplating his thoughts.

Curling my hands in a fist, I shook my head in denial.

"No. Never been beyond strangers" I whispered my lie with a heavy heart because-

De Villiers knew everything. If he wanted, he would have told him everything but he didn't.

If he didn't, it must be for the best to keep silent.

"I see." He sighed.

Was he... disappointed?

Removing his hand and went back to his room, rubbing his temples as we didn't talk anymore after it but the sensations sent to my core after the eye contact intoxicated me.

Holding my chest, I moved back, going back to my room, a smile not leaving my lips.

Whatever it was, that lasted for a second but it was everlasting for me.