Something More

Encounter

Dedicated to Snowlyn

Christian Anthony's POV:

"Brother, this is Imee Therese Villaflor."

The priest have just introduced a frail and sick lady to me.

"Imee is one of our cathecist here in our church." The priest explains further. "But as you can see, she is paralyzed from the neck down, can't breathe without a ventilator...and also blind as well. Our nuns is taking shifts to take care of her but found difficulty because of their hectic schedule. I wonder if you would take care of her as well."

"Well, since I don't have a home, I guess I could." I simply replied.

"Great! I will leave you for now." The priest then prepares to depart. "Don't worry, you're free to talk to her. She's kind to everyone."

As the door is closed, I sat down at the bedside staring at the lady...then I turn away and make a deep sigh...why should I talk to a girl which I never know before? Not to mention that she's fast asleep...

"If only somebody would listen to me..."

"Well, I'm already listening to you."

"Whoa!" I was startled by the sudden response to my spoken thought...I looked back at the bed...and I saw that the lady...I mean Imee...is already awake. Her eyes are already clear...she's indeed blind.

"Oh! Di-did I startle you? Sorry! Hehehe!" Imee giggled for what she just said. "By the way, can you hold my hand?"

"Huh? Why is it?"

"Wel...I'm blind, right?" Imee smiles at me. "At least I could sense your face and form it in my mind."

"Hehehe! Sure, why not." I smiled back at her. "Hmm...you're pretty clever and smart with this, huh?"

"Well, of course! Hehehe!"

Imee Therese's POV:

Even my body from neck down is paralyzed, my sense of touch remains intact. So that means I can still feel everything that my paralyzed body can land on...

I feel his hand holding my wrist...and using my palm, he helped me in frisking and touching his own face. I feel that he is a young man...a 32-years old man to be exact. He's handsome...his nose is not too sharp.

"Well...umm...are you done?" The man shyly asked me.

"Of course! I'm not gonna judge you anyway! Hehehe!" I punned him and giggled. "You're 14 years older than me so I should call you Kuya."

"Hehehe! Please don't do that. Just call me Anthony."

"Okay, Anthony! Oh! I didn't introduce myself to you properly! Hehehe! My name is Imee Therese Villaflor. I'm one of the cathecist here in our church. So if you have some problems and troubles that making your mind nuts, don't hesitate to ask me. God and I will help you, okay?"

"Thanks, Imee. By the way, your parish priest have already introduced you earlier."

"You mean Father Jean? Hmm...peculiar. Nobody will know my name except through me...unless you engaged with some appointments from him or the nuns here at the convent, isn't that right?"

"Well...sort of. I confessed to Father Jean."

And that's when I sense that Anthony's mood becomes somber...as if he is hiding something from me.

"If you want, you can tell everything that bothers in your heart." I smiled and motivated him. "Don't worry, it will be our little secret."

Anthony takes a deep sigh before telling me the truth...