See no evil - The awakening

Don't wake up

—Morning, love.

He kissed my cheek and I faked waking up to his kiss after I laid in bed wide awake the whole night. I smiled as I turned around to see him. —Morning, love. –I said back.

—I have a couple of hours before going to the airport. Wanna go do some hiking?

Hiking meant hiking outfit, that meant no formal coat so yes, yes I wanted to do some hiking. —Sounds amazing.

I knew I had to check if my so-called powers worked on him, Idris was clearly surprised, so maybe the other night it was really the alcohol that made him act strangely or forget about our fight, and not my new discovered abilities.

—Love.--I said and he looked at me as he was getting into the shower.

—Yep?

—You don't want to get a shower. –I said while thinking strongly that I didn't want him to get a shower.

He laughed. —Yes, love, I do.

Ok, that didn't work. I went downstairs to prepare some coffee thinking my powers were broken. Why didn't it work? I was sure they worked the night of our fight. I was angry, I was scared that night, maybe I had to put more emotions into it. But how?

A couple of minutes later he came down for breakfast, it was time to try again. I handed him the coffee, he thanked me, kissed my cheek and he sat down at the table looking out the window. He looked so peaceful, he looked like the Luc I've known and came to fall in love with. He smelled like him, he sounded like him. What the hell was I doing? I thought I should just sit down and talk to him, ask him what was happening. Explain the whole Idris situation to him and listen to his side of the story. This man was my boyfriend, my friend, my partner. He knew my family, he had had a million chances to kill me or hurt me and had done nothing but love and protect me. How could I flip on him so quickly and with so little evidence that he had done anything wrong?

Contact completed. Those words came to mind. The night he met me, he wrote something so cold, so impersonal, but what if he later on came to love me? What if the story was more complex than I thought? If only I would have read the complete notebook I might have had the complete picture. But I hadn't and the only chance I had was to sit down and talk to the man I loved and was sitting at my table.

—Luc, love, we need to talk. –I said and sat in front of him.

He nodded while sipping his coffee. —About...

Where to begin right? The notebook on your coat? Idris? Who the hell are you? Why did you stalk my friend to meet me? Yep, that was a good one.

—Yesterday I was talking to Steph, and she said you met walking the dogs in San Isidro. What were you doing there?

He laughed. —We need to talk, it sounded like a serious chat, love.

I faked a laugh too. —Yeah, I don't know why I said it like that. –ha. ha. ha.

—It was a while ago, love, I guess I was working around the area.

He acted so normal, so poised. So, believable.

—Yeah, I thought so too. She said you told her you are into writers, you never told me that.

—She did? –I knew he was starting to get a bit suspicious about this conversation.

—She did, yes, that's why she brought you to my party and thanks to that we met. –I smiled and tried to look innocent.

—Well if she said that, then that's what I must have said back then. –He was dismissive and finished his coffee in one sip and stood up and started walking to the kitchen with the mug in his hand. —Let 's go hiking.

No no no, I thought. I wanted answers, I needed answers. —Idris. –I just spitted out loud.

He sighed loudly and moved his head from one shoulder to the other and sighed again. He finally turned around. Yep, he was not happy, and that, well that was not Luc.

—Casiopea, Casiopea, Casiopea. Thirty five on the spot. You are an overachiever. –He walked back and sat back on the table.

—Who are you?

—I'm asking the questions from now on. –He was cold, and dark, but calm. He was relaxed leaning on the back of the chair. —What do you know?

—I want you to tell me who you are, Luc.

He stared at me for a few seconds. I could see the anger in his eyes. He had transformed into someone I did not know. —I'm someone you should be very scared of, love. –He stood up.

I stood up the second he did and when he slowly started walking to my side of the table I did the exact opposite slow movement. He continued. —And I see you are not. As scared as you should be, so I guess you don't know anything. Which makes me wonder... – We both stopped moving when we reached opposite corners of the huge long wooden table. —What has Idris allowed you to remember?

Yep, no, I was not going to tell him that Idris couldn't erase my memories of him, nope, that was not a good idea. ¿Best idea? Shut your mouth Cas.

He sat down at the chair once again. —You know nothing right? You really don't know who I am.

— I know you are not the man I fell in love with.

He laughed. —I am, in a way. He is a simplified, dumb and shallow version of a very young me.

The air between us was tense. Like the calm before the storm you know is going to come any second now.

—Who are you, Luc? –I shouted.

—That's not the question you should be asking, love.

—What should I ask then, love? –I replied sarcastically.

—Well. –He stood up. I blinked. He was in front of me. I tried to scream and he covered my mouth with his hand. —Who. You. Are.

He moved his hand from my mouth to my neck and pressed slightly. —Do you know who you are, love? Do you want to know?

I felt the anger growing inside of me, the heat that grew stronger and stronger with every heartbeat. My blood felt as if it was boiling. I knew he felt it too in his hand, my skin was burning. I saw his eyes move to his hand and then back to my eyes. I pushed him with the palm of my hand with a hard and dry punch and I moved him away from me. He looked surprised. As if nothing had ever moved him like that before. I was on fire, everything burnt. —STOP! –I shouted and so he did. —TODAY NEVER HAPPENED. GO TO THE AIRPORT NOW. FORGET EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MORNING.

And it worked. He packed his few things in silence, took the car keys and walked out the door.