Trust Me

Chapter 7: Reciprocal.

"Charm Eine." he calls my name with a very hard tune.

"What?" I asked.

I know, I should be afraid now. I should start begging for my life.

But I don't feel like doing so. I don't feel like I'm going to die. I don't feel like it was the end.

It was ironic, but I could still see a light in this dark woods. And those light were coming from his dark brown eyes.

"What were you feeling?" he asked me.

"I'm feeling. . . hungry. Shall we eat?" I asked him, trying to sound easy.

"Hah! Do you know why I brought you here?" he asked me as he walks closer to me.

"Ofcourse, I know. But I'm telling you, I don't worth the last goodness in you."

He looked at me with surprise. "You really have the courage to say that?"

"My life is all thrown, Stephen. So if you want me dead, just wait for my suicide. Its near anyway. Just be patient."

"Your crazy." he told me as he walks further, leaving me there dumbfounded.

Then I realize. I wasn't serious with what I said.

The truth is, no matter how thrown up my life is, taking suicide was never an option for me.

Because I know, I don't even have the right to do it. This life isn't mine, it was God's own.

I followed him still, not knowing where to go. He keeps on walking, until we reach the open park again. We directly went into the cafeteria to have some food to eat.

"CEL."

"Huh?" I look at him confused.

What did he say?

"It was your name." he mumbled.

Oh, I almost forgot, we are in disguise. So we can't use each other's name. People inside the Caf might recognize us.

CEL is my initials.

Charm Eine Lautner.

"What, Stevo?"

At first he look at me confused. But then he realize, it was his name shortened.

STEphenVOugner.

"Don't think of that again." he seriously told me.

"What were you referring to?"

"What you said earlier. Don't consider it."

I think for a while. Trying to recall our conversation earlier. And it ends up with 'my fake suicidal thought.'

Is that what he's referring to? He doesn't want me to end my life? But why?

"Can I ask why?" I asked him.

"Simply because it was reckless." he answered.

"Ah, O-okay. I didn't mean that anyway." I admited.

"You must not. Because if you do, I'll call you an idiot."

"You're so romantic." I said sarcasticaly.

"Thanks for the compliment." he said smiling.

Here he goes with that teasing smile again. So annoying!

Yet adorable.

I mean, no! Scratch that.

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Stephen and I spend the rest of the day at the park, strolling.

We also try playing some games. Like the duck target shooting. Where you have to hit atleast three ducks down for you to claim the prize.