Dream Catchers ( Slow updates )

Chapter 2

SILVER

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I push back my glasses on my button of a nose, rummaging through file after file and stacks of paper in the archives. The room was dim lit and dusty, not a good place for someone who gets colds every now and then because of the crappy weather. It rains and suddenly it feels like you were stuffed in an oven. I shake my head disapprovingly at the heat in our country. Crops die, farmers lose their jobs, people get strokes, and lakes and rivers dry up. It'll be so hot in the afternoon that people prefer staying indoors. I let out a huff, pulling on a filing cabinet and looking through them.

"Silver," a voice calls from another aisle. I turn, my heels clicking, with a stack of folders in my hand. I shrug off the discomfort my cotton cardigan was giving me. Even inside this air-conditioned place, the humidity was almost unbearable. I make my way over to a large wooden table, boxes and boxes of latest discoveries litter across it. A man, dressed in a crisp white polo and dark slacks, leans across it, his hand on one of the old worn down parchments.

"You called, Sir?" I query, watching him immerse himself with the strange paper. He does not acknowledge me for a moment before his eyes turn to me and I remembered why the weather or working in this stuffy place wasn't so bad. Yes, I was extremely attracted to my boss. Which is down right wrong in some work places but hey, no one knows so I am not exactly doing anything wrong? His lips curve into a crooked smile as he waves the paper he is holding, "check this out. Pretty sure you'll love it."

I smile back, walking over to him that we were almost just an inch apart. I could smell his cologne. He places the paper, flat on the table and I study it. It was old and barely readable but I could make out some symbols and letters. A different language? They all seemed familiar somehow. Like I had seen them somewhere before.

"Where'd they find it?" I asked as he walked around the table to take one of the boxes.

"Some undiscovered cave near one of the living tribes near Mt. Pinatubo," he answered and I stifle a snort. There were caves there? My eyes study the paper but I was more aware of his movements. Daniel. Sweet, beautiful, Daniel. I raise the paper towards the light and noticed that there were faded marks at the edges. Too faded for me to read. I discreetly look at him, his tousled black hair as he studies a different piece of artifact. Why did I have to be such a hopeless romantic? Impossible scenarios play in my head. One of which was him admitting his love to me. Another was of us ruling the world together. I am snapped away from my fantasies when the door to the archive room bursts open and a shrill laugh went up into the air around us. I purse my lips.

Vanessa. Beautiful, gorgeous, runway queen, Vanessa.

"Dan!" She squeals and I grit my teeth. "Let's go, we'll miss the movie." She comes into view, popping out one of the dark aisles, her perfect teeth flashing. Daniel looks up from the piece of paper like he had just woken up from a dream. Sweet, adorable Daniel. He looks at the watch strapped to his left wrist and his eyes grow wide. I take a look at my own watch. It was a quarter past 7. The museum closed at 6. We've been here for almost two hours. Vanessa stakes her arms around him.

"Sorry," he mumbles as he starts fishing the papers and arranging them. I grit my teeth, once again, and sigh inwardly. Go ahead, be the silly girl that you are, Silver. 

"I'll take care of it," I say, my voice hiding my real emotions. He looks up at me, his expression unreadable. Then he smiles and my heart drops, almost shattering before it reaches the bottom of my stomach. Vanessa grins at me, but it was half-hearted. She hated me, that much she made clear when she 'accidentally' spilled coffee on one of the files under my care. I click my tongue, pushing back my dark rimmed glasses. They have been dating for two years but me and Daniel had been friends for almost five.  Giatay. Two years over five. I smile back at her as Daniel walks around the table and grabs his jacket from one of the chairs. He then stalks over to me, easily towering over me since I was short. Pitifully short. One of his arms wrap around my shoulder in a small hug.