Ephemeral

CHAPTER 5

Zanniq's pacing back and forth as he try to calm himself from throwing a tantrum right now! He missed someone! And it's not even his parents! How dare she live in my brain for two straight days?!

He already wrote down his observation of the lady he met two days ago.

He stood in front of a CCTV camera monitor to which he had installed in Laura's room before she moved in. It was there for both precautions, and because he need to confirm other things.

But, to his dismay, the lady just did whatever things that seemed normal in his eyes. Like when she cooked her food, play with a stick, and somehow sat and sleep for a few hours in the middle of the day even if the sun is high. Is she sleeping? Well she looks like she is, so she might be.

"She looks normal." Doc Ron concluded, popping a chip in his mouth and biting onto it. Zanniq nod as he came to that same conclusion as well. "Well where do you think did she came from? What time, or place... really?" He bit another chip under his teeth. "And were you able to find out how the Hemeral worked?"

"Nope. Far from it." He answered with a sigh, turning his back on the monitor and sitting on the couch that was located on the side of the room. There was a small round coffee table placed in the middle of the room to which a bunch of papers were placed down. Everything that has something to do with the medical records of the lady in the CCTV and the details to all researches he'd done to have Hemeral, even if it has never been finished. "And we can't find any details about her. She introduced herself as Laura, Laura Asejo. And that name filed up rather too many people and none of the profiles matched her. We do not know anything about her, except that she's here and she needs help."

And that there is something inside his ribcage that would not stop beating faster each time their eyes met. That there is something inside his ribcage that would go feral each and every time his brain flashed that same image. An accidental kiss. It was all an accident. So why would it feel this way? What is wrong with his heart? Or was it his brain that is the problem?

He couldn't even process what is happening in his inventions because she's been running nonstop in that head of his! What is wrong with me?

"Oh, Zanniq! What are you doing here?" There was this one time two days ago when he could not contain himself and visited her. "Come in!" She so enthusiastically invited him in.

"I brought you some sweets..." He'd said, ever so slowly, a whisper in the air as he showed her what he got. He asked himself, why? But there was no answer ever enough to give him truth. "And please don't tell just anyone in your place."

"Oh, but you are not just anyone!" She smiled and took the box from his hands. "Thanks for these!" Then she opened the door rather wider, inviting him inside the house. When he managed to step in and sat down on one of the sofas in the place, Laura placed the same box he bought on the study table in the middle of the living room to which they were located. "Sides, I cooked something. I was planning on eating my afternoon out with myself but then here you are. Do you want to have dinner with me?" She ever so casually asked.

Zanniq swallowed. Of course he would.

"Zan, tapos na ba ang pinagagawa ni Klara?" One of his colleagues asked. He turned to him and nod his head. The organization has been planning to execute this plan the very moment they find out about the raid thier enemies are trying to do. It's been a month, and the day finally came.