Falling for Midnight

Chapter Six

"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny 

matters compared to what lies within us."

 — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I accidentally bumped into someone with enough force to propel me backward. I half expected the person to catch me before I hit the ground but the pain that shot up to my brain from my ass told me otherwise. 

Damn bastard actually let me fall...

I looked up with a scowl, ready to give them a piece of my mind but came face to face with the guy I  met in the library.

He held an umbrella over his head to shield himself from the pouring rain.

''Please don't tell me you were following me. I didn't take you to be the stalker type.'' He said casually in a monotonous voice.

Bro really has no joy in his life. What's with the tone anyway? And did he just call me a stalker?

''Like I'd want to stalk your likes.'' I spat. I expected him to react or say something but he surprised me by squatting to my level and tilting his head to the side.

''You really enjoy getting under people's skin don't you?'' He said as he seemed to study my face.

''You're so annoying.'' I retorted with a scowl. ''You know I wanted to be nice.'' I leaned in close enough to feel his minty breath on my face.

''But I think I'll let you run a little mad first, si?.'' I mused and stood up. I straightened my clothes and looked down at him. 

He tilted his head backward to meet my gaze and I'd be lying if this position didn't do things to me.

''Meaning?'' He quirked a brow. I simply smiled and exhaled.

''You'll see,'' I said. ''Have a good night.'' I sidestepped him and walked towards my car. ''This outta be fun.'' I smiled to myself as I got into the car and drove off.

~THE FOLLOWING MORNING~

My eyes fluttered open as I felt the gentle warmth of the sun on them. I stared at the intricate pattern drawn on the ceiling of my room.

It wasn't just a simple pattern but an actual painting of two people who appeared to be lovers.

There was something oddly familiar about the couple. It felt as though I knew them but I couldn't really make out their features as the ceiling was so high up.

I slowly sat up as I peered at the painting. The burn mark caused by the necklace started to tingle the longer I stared at the painting making me glance at it briefly.

It had left a sort of crescent moon-shaped insignia on my palm. 

Was is it about that necklace...

The sound of knocking interrupted my train of thought and my eyes flew towards the door.

''Miss Thalira...I mean Thalira, good morning. Hope you slept well?'' Anna chirped, shuffling into the room.

I briefly glanced at the burn mark again then back towards Anna's smiling face.

''Yeah...it was alright,'' I replied, throwing my legs off the side of the bed and getting up.