The Forgotten Love ✔

14 Dannie

Dannie POV.

The cat runs into the nearby bushes, meowing softly because of the cold.

David thrusts his black umbrella into my hands, quickly bends down to catch the cat, and asks, "Is it yours?"

"Sort of."

David lowers his gaze at the cat. "It's soaked, needs to be dried. I'll take it back for you."

I don't want David to come inside.

But I'm holding the umbrella and flashlight now; the cat is frightened, ears pressed flat, its hind legs kicking in the air, as if ready to bolt at any moment.

I bite my lower lip silently, turn around and walk home.

David naturally follows behind me.

I swallowed, grab the metal door handle with my fingers, and push the door open with gentle force.

"Have a seat," I gesture towards the small couch, no longer looking at him, and head to the bathroom to get the hairdryer.

My clothes are wet too, so I change into dry ones while grabbing two towels.

Now David sits on the couch in the living room, the cat standing on his lap. His clothes are wet too, the white shirt clinging damply to his muscular arms. The cat tilts its head, big glassy eyes fixed on him.

David holds the hairdryer in one hand, a towel in the other, wiping the cat's body. After a few minutes, he switches off the hairdryer, and gently pat the cat's bottom.

The cat agilely jumps down and finds a corner to curl up.

The air suddenly becomes quiet, and then we both speak at the same time.

"You—"

"I—"

I want to tell him he should go home, but I pause and say, "You first."

David nods.

"I got divorced." He looks into my eyes. "After the accident, Bella couldn't walk anymore. She was desperate about her life, so she lied to me, and to everyone else. She admitted it."

I lower my head, clasping my fingers tightly. "This is your private business, you don't have to tell me."

Another moment of silence.

David tugs at his wet clothes, and holds the towel that the cat used. "I'm sorry I didn't remember you all this time, and I'm sorry about our child..."

I hand him another clean towel. "This towel is yours now, take it. Go home, take a shower, and don't catch a cold."

Then I avoid his gaze, walk to the door, and open it.

The damp night wind rushes in.

I turn back to tell him some good news. "The rain has lessened."

This night, the cat stays with me at home.

When I wake up, the sky is already bright. The cat starts scratching the door, trying to go out.

I open the door, and watch him disappear into the bushes, starting to wonder if last night was just a dream.

I dreamed that man came and said he missed me.

I look up, it's a sunny day today, and there's no one around.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

In the morning, I go out for my usual grocery shopping.

There's a supermarket nearby, just a ten-minute walk. As I enter the supermarket, I see a group of elders lining up to buy discounted pork.

I pass by, and say hello to the neighbors in the queue, and then I'm pulled into the line by a woman named Sara.