He stormed out of the room angrily. It might be someone from work, I guessed to myself. I could see him shouting his lungs out through the transparent walls, and my nerves grew tighter.
We had just entered a café and taken our seats when suddenly he received a call from a number saved as "Mr. Garcia." Jaime was the type to switch off his phone and avoid interruptions, so I figured this must be an important deal.
"Excuse me, baby, I need to answer this call," he said as he moved out to the balcony.
"Huh!" I heard him exclaim at the top of his voice.
It felt like a very long time. My heart pounded violently as he dashed back inside, snatched his night coat aggressively, and stormed out again—without saying a word to me. My chest felt hollow. I had never experienced such a disgusting, crushing feeling. It made me want to drop to my knees and cry.
I sat still at my spot, struggling for composure, swallowing saliva occasionally. When I turned, the other customers and attendants were all minding their own business. Slowly, I got up, fixed my attire, and walked out—carefully, making sure I didn't fall, because I felt frighteningly light.
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Earlier that day, I lay on my stomach comfortably, my toes crossed in the air. I slipped off my phone cover and pulled out the red letter Jaime had given me. Yes, that's where I hid it. I had folded it further to fit behind the case, so I had to carefully unfold it again. Finally, I held the golden content in my hands.
It was written in his own handwriting, my name beautifully romanticized at the top corner. He had sketched it as if it were a branch stretching toward the sun, surrounded by cloudy hearts.
The Letter:
Grandee, my most cherished,
I'm picturing your delicate lips as I write this piece, and the urge to kiss you makes me wonder what will happen when the time comes. I've lived a month full of fantasies. I can only enjoy this moment while it lasts, even as I fight multiple wars against the fear that you may not feel the same.
When I grasp your fragile waist and pull you close, my mind travels through time and never returns the same.
I have plans for us, you know. But I just want to know—would you be willing to flee to a new world with me? A world where it's just us. Can you leave everyone behind... for me?
[I'll be expecting an answer :)]
FYI: I feel seduced when you press your lips together and stare at me... makes me want to devour you ;)
My whole heart goes to you, my lovely Grandee.
"Someone giving you butterflies?" Ted's voice interrupted from across the room, his face twisted in disgust.
I glanced at him—from his bushy hair down to the blue plaid pajama pants that nearly swallowed his feet. He held a cup of tea, one leg crossed over the other.
"Butterflies are basic," I shot back.
"You want me in your stomach then?" Ted asked sarcastically.
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