Drenched

Chapter 1: Unexpected

       "What are the odds of finding you here?" I reprimanded him. I couldn't understand what I was doing here either, at the moment at least. It was dark, starry like no other night I have ever seen; breezy, my wavy brown hair was blowing in the air, there were goosebumps all over my fair skin, both our feet were bare on wet sand of the shore and there were small waves splashing them repeatedly. My arms were crossed, and I knew I was comfortable in my light, plain white beach dress, in which swayed in the wind over my knees, until now that his dark brown eyes were fixed on me. He made me feel like I was bare in his eyes. This wasn't good. It started to drizzle and as soothing as it was, it couldn't ease the butterflies that multiplied in my stomach. He placed one hand on his head to run his fingers back through his short, wavy black hair and then let it fall back down so that he could cross his arms as well. He sighed and replied, "Come on, Enya. You know these are my roots and you know I'm bound to come and visit my piece of paradise. What about you?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's not what I meant," I explained, slightly irritated, shook my head and shrugged. "I can't control when you decide to spend some time in your country. My question is what are you doing here, at this place, at this hour, where I happen to be?" "I should ask you the same question. It's midnight," he stated calmly, then pressed his lips."Well it shouldn't concern you," I wrinkled my face in disapproval and began to stroll down the shore. "It should, actually," he followed, now walking beside me, eyes never facing anything else but my face. I could feel myself burning red. "You never know who's out
here and you need to know I'm here for you." I paused and so did he. My eyes turned to him and I crossed my eyebrows at him saying, "I don't need you, Gabriel. I can fend for myself, and I'm not alone," I looked up then back to him and pressed my lips. "All I want right now is to clear my head, but keep in mind why I came here. Unlike you, I'm not here on a vacation. I'm on a mission trip and I thought being here, away from everything would give me some space to pray but clearly I was wrong so if you can excuse me, I'm leaving." As I began to storm away, lightning struck across the sky and it started to rain cats and dogs but it didn't stop me from dashing away, no matter how many times he called my name. That is, until I tripped and fell on the muddy sand on my knees. Bye, bye white beach dress. Never have I felt so hopeless and like a damsel in distress. It wasn't long before I spotted his feet in front of me and his hands grabbed my wrists, lifted me up to stand, and wrapped my hands around his neck. We were both looking eye to eye and it was inevitable to watch the drops of rain run down his smooth, russet colored skin, and contemplate the shape and form of his pinkish, thin lips. Just the same, he couldn't help ogling my lips and eyes intently, neither resist caressing my cheeks with both of his firm, warm hands. "I know I haven't been the guy of your dreams but I guess this is a sign for me to fulfill something you've always wanted." "I don't need you to fulfill a stupid dream," I stopped him by turning my head to the left. "We're passed that now, just let me go and let me move on." "Always so stubborn!" he laughed and turned my head to face him once again. " Just acknowledge it already! I'm here now because of you. I don't want to let you go and I don't want you to move on. Enya, I would be extremely stupid if I let you leave my life again." "Gabe, don't..." I shook my head to protest but he leaned in closer, pressed his lips against mine, and I really didn't have the strength to fight him back so I gave in.

But it was a dream, as I had to presume. I guess in a dream it was easy to succumb to such a feeling but in the real world everything has changed. Gabriel made his choice and I was never an option. He chose someone else and I moved on. Case closed. All I could think in that moment in which I awoke was how stupid dreams are, and so I shook the dream out of my head and rushed to get ready to go to work. So just like every morning, I took a shower, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, donned on some navy blue scrubs, white socks,
navy blue crocs, dabbed on a minimal amount of make up, sprayed sufficient DKNY green apple perfume, grabbed my hair in a ponytail, got my purse, phone, car keys, house keys, said a quick prayer and was out the door.