He'll Never Let Me Go

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 Hailey

Aldenbert held my hand and led me to my room. The room was big, I can say. It has a king-sized bed with white bed sheets and the cabinets were surrounding the left size of the room. The huge window was on the right side and the air conditioner and heater is on the left part,

I took my time to take a look at the features of my surroundings until something caught my senses. My nose started sniffing the smell that I could describe as spicy cinnamon? and trust me, it was refreshing and relaxing...but very manly at the same time. Then suddenly a thought hit my nerves.

What caught my senses wasn't normally the same ole' cinnamon stuff that guys 'naturally' smell off. I clearly remembered that I had to work my ass off just to buy this thing that caused this scent stuff going on...

But, wait...

 The perfume I bought Aldenbert! -my mind told me.

I still remember during my  Christmas break, I went to the department store to shop for gifts and I was in the men's section, straining my mind, thinking what I should give to Alden, when this guy approached me, whom in-fact, I think was the salesman, and showed me this huge galore of expensive high-end men's cologne and perfume. He showed me different brands and compared their quality, which I don't get at all, and after, from what I think was an hour, I finally decided what to buy for Alden and I clearly remember that the smell of that cologne was this . I brought it, as a gift to Alden, and after I came back from my vacation, I gave him the perfume I bought and thanked me. And starting from that day, he always smell that way.

Which really got me because of the fact that he was used with luxurious stuff and what I really bought him wasn't really 'that' luxurious. 

But consider the fact that I costed me around $60, which was really expensive for me that time.

I snapped out of my so-called 'thought-lane' and I took another glance and saw various instruments and apparatuses such as the DJ controller and some bass guitar, and some keyboard. 

Oh, wait...

I really haven't fully described Alden...

Not yet.

So, I believe you wonder how come Alden have such instruments in a guest room. Well, I know the reason behind that. 

Well, as from what you can see, Alden love music...so bad. He told me during our breaks when I was still in working terms with me, that he used to be a Disc Jockey. He would play various sets for different clubs at the outskirts of town and arty all night and in some occasions, would be a model for high-end magazines like Vogue, Men's Health, Dash, and many more.

I took a step forward and slowly settled my things on the wooden floor, hearing Aldenbert's heavy breathing. Cold, dead noise filled the atmosphere of the room and I really don;t know what would be my next move or what would I do.

Crap!

I could hear Alden's heavy footsteps as they make a sound as they bang against the wooden floor. His heavy breathing was still an evident noise and I just choked the dry lump in my throat which I haven't noticed, was forming as every second passed. I could sense from what's happening that he's gently trying to approach me. But seriously, I don't know what to do.

So I just stood there, frozen. Like a lost child in the middle of a city fair or like a deer caught in the headlights.

But, should I really act cold and insensitive?