Chapter 7

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The time is showing 8 am. Dara should be here now. I yawn. I talked the whole night until 1 am with Timothe. When I hear a knock, I open the door to see Dara behind it. Her eyes drop to my eyebags. "Oh, darling, when did you go sleeping?"

I yawn again and smile: "late.". She looks at me with curiosity in her eyes. Suddenly she snaps and looks at me. "New plan. Today you won't work and don't even try to deny it. You need to rest. And don't try to say something else cause I'm technically your boss so you must do what I say. And at 6 pm I'll be here, and I want to know who that guy is." I bite my lips nervously "What guy?"

She raises a brow "Don't play dumb with me. I was in love once too. I see it in your eyes. Now rest, yeah?"

With that she turns around and walks away, not giving me the chance to argue. Smart.

With that I rub my eyes and walk up the stairs. Upstairs are three rooms, but I only use two of them. The bedroom and the bathroom. The other one was and for me still is the room of my parents. I entered it once but left it again when I got a headache. Probably because it is dusty.

I get in my room that looked like my room back in Prestanda, just bigger. When you get in the door is on the left side of the room. On the right is my wardrobe and next to it is my desk. Then a plant in the corner. Opposite the door are big windows that show me the beautiful sight of the small forest and behind the forest the ocean. And on the left, some meters away from the door is already my queen-sized bed. Why a queen-sized one? I don't have any idea. It was already there. And then many plants that hang on the wall.

I walk to my bed and let myself fall into it. I sigh, crawling under the covers and closing my eyes. I fall asleep immediately.

I walk downstairs after waking up. I rub my eyes and get into the kitchen to make some tea. Taking the nettle tea out and start to make myself some. To make it sweet I put a spoonful of honey in it. I sit at the table and drink my tea while I take a paper and a pen to write some things for work. Some flowers and plants things I shouldn't forget. Like which plant I must water how much and things like that.

The knock on my door tells me that it is already 6 pm. Dara is probably here. I open the door and she immediately walks past me with some cookies and places them on the table before sitting down.

I sit in front of her ready for her questions but instead she just looks at me. "And?" she asks.

I sigh, knowing I should just say it, so I tell her. "I had a panic attack twice but before it could get worse a guy appeared. He helped me calm down and then brought me home because he didn't want me walking alone. He was worried. I don't know why though it was the first time he saw me, and he did so much. The next day he asked me to go on a walk and even complimented me. He makes me feel things I have never felt before and that makes me feel confused. I don't know why because I only know him for two days, but it feels much longer. He knows almost everything about me. We talked the whole night together."

Explaining as fast as a waterfall. I see Dara's brow rise. Then she smiles. "Oh, you're falling in love?"

My eyes widen. Is that love? Never. "No, I have only known him for a few days. I can't fall in love that fast. Is that even possible?"

She laughs. "Oh, darling. But you like him don't you. And I didn't say you love him, I said you are falling in love. It takes time till you love someone but when you talk about him your face smiles. Not your mouth. Your face. And I never saw it as happy as today. I'm not telling you to rush things. I'm telling you to give it a chance. Because I can see that a part of you thinks that it is wrong."

After talking with Dara, she went home, I sit on my couch. Who is he and what is he doing? I sigh and slap my own forehead. This is attachment. Not like or love or whatever. I should keep my distance. How could I be so stupid and let a boy so close to me that I have only known for 2 days?

I'll keep my distance.

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