LIE

Preface

The sound of birds chirping, the cheerful laughter of children, and the invigorating fragrance of fresh flowers blended harmoniously in the crisp air, filling me with an overwhelming sense of inspiration. As I delved into the realm of writing, the world around me became a canvas, and I continued to paint it with words. The gentle strokes of my fingers on the keyboard mirrored the passion and joy that had been absent from my life for far too long.

Writing had transformed into my sanctuary—a place where I could play with words and freely express the kaleidoscope of images in my mind. Over the past month, it had evolved into more than a creative outlet; it had become my solace, my haven of happiness.

Seated on the balcony of a quaint café, I savored the warmth streaming in through the open window. The panoramic view revealed a serene, emerald-green lake that captured my attention. The elegant white swans gracefully gliding across the water left an indelible mark on my imagination, and I made a mental note to incorporate this enchanting scene into my current work.

Taking a leisurely sip of my hot chocolate, I allowed the rich flavor to linger on my palate, savoring each moment. In a moment of whimsy, I closed my eyes and, with a gentle smile, whispered, "Oh God... Just like His taste." Opening my eyes, I regarded the chocolate with a mix of amusement and fondness, indulging in a playful scolding as if it were a mischievous companion.

"How can you bear any resemblance to that insufferable fellow's lips, you foolish chocolate!" I chided, feigning disapproval. Yet, my gaze softened, and with a theatrical sigh, I cradled the cup in my hands. "Nevertheless, I cannot part with you, my dear," I declared before succumbing to another generous sip.

Lost in the rhythmic dance between my thoughts and the keyboard, I remained oblivious to the watchful eyes of a man nearby. He observed my every movement, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he noted the genuine joy that infused my writing.

Summoning the waiter without diverting my attention from the screen, I ordered a refill of my hot chocolate. Moments later, the waiter returned not only with a steaming cup of chocolate but also a plate of fig cookies—my personal favorite.

Baffled by the unexpected addition to my order, I raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "You must have made a mistake. I am quite certain I did not request cookies," I remarked to the waiter, gesturing towards the plate.

"No, sir. The gentleman over there sent them. He mentioned that these are your favorites," the waiter explained, discreetly pointing to the table behind me.Turning to look, I was met with the sight of a familiar face—a face intertwined with a tumultuous past. My finger halted mid-air over the keyboard, and the taste of chocolate now seemed to stick in my throat. He was there, wearing that familiar smile—the one that held a special place in my heart.

Swiftly recovering from the initial shock, I gathered my belongings, including my laptop, shawl, and bag. Placing a handful of cash on the table, I hastily exited the café, feeling a mix of trepidation and urgency. Hailing the first taxi in sight, I directed the driver to take me home, my heart pounding with an intensity that mirrored the flurry of emotions within.

"I've been found," I whispered, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "He found me." Tears streamed down my face during the taxi ride, and the compassionate driver took me to the hospital. Eventually, I succumbed to the lull of sedation as a needle pierced my arm, plunging me into a dreamless sleep.

Alone in the sterile hospital room, the echoes of the past reverberated in my consciousness. The man from my memories, a chapter of my history filled with shadows, had resurfaced. The hurried departure from the café had been an instinctive response—a desperate attempt to evade the haunting echoes of my past. Now, as the weight of those memories pressed upon me, I felt a profound weariness and vulnerability.

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January 7, 2024