The Infinity Sign

Prologue

THE INFINITY SIGN

By Anne Known

Copyright © 2012 by Anne Known

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Prologue

The night was darker than usual. The pitch black surroundings left nothing for the eyes to see, except for the occasional flashes of lightning in the sky. Intense thunderclaps disturbed the constant music of the heavy pouring rain. With nothing but the wind to embrace her skin, Renee Lockier wrapped her arms protectively around her.

“You’re freezing,” Mitchal Collins whispered; his eyes full of concern for the young woman opposite him. He reached for the old, dusty lamp beside him and turned it on.

“Blame it on the storm,” Renee said while she stared at the window. They’d been stranded in the wooden cabin for hours now. It was an abandoned house used in storing woods years ago. But now, the place was bare with nothing but a broken table and a lamp inside. Despite its lonely appearance, Renee saw the place as an ideal sanctuary where they could finish their works.

It was supposed to be a fine day, until the wind let out a violent breath followed by the heavy downpour. If it was as peaceful as the nights before, Mitchal was certain that the two of them would have been doing the same old routine. He would be busy painting Renee; she would be lost in her own world while writing poems.

It had been a month since she first came in the fields. The moment he saw her, he was certain that Renee would be someone special. Escaping the noise of the city, she made her way towards this place with the hope of finding the right inspiration for her works. Such a brave decision for a nineteen-year-old girl. For reasons that were unknown, Mitchal found himself drawn to her.

Renee was right for choosing the Fields. It was not a perfect paradise, but it was a quiet land which celebrates the simplicity and beauty of nature. The white house on its center was a work of art, radiating warmth and coziness from inside out. It was a dear possession of the Collins family, who welcomed her warmly from the day she arrived. They were a clan of artists. Paintings, music, and sculptures provided them with their financial needs, as well as satisfaction and contentment. Renee was amazed with the entire place and with the people dwelling in it.

Retracing her steps from the day she first saw the place, Renee did not even notice that Mitchal was now advancing towards her. He was not taking his eyes off the girl as he sat down beside her. He closed his heavy eyes and leaned on the wall, taking in the sweet, familiar scent of woods. His silent lips were aching to whisper words to the girl, but he decided to let it remain unspoken.

“You’re a bit different tonight,” Renee said quietly with a smile dancing on her lips. When Mitchal opened his eyes, he was surprised to see those ocean blue eyes staring at him.

“Why?” He asked, looking back at Renee.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re not holding your paintbrush.”

Mitchal let out a soft laugh, his eyes still focused on her. That’s right, he thought. Every time they were together, they were always busy with their own works. They did not even have enough time to talk about endless things.

“Maybe tonight is really different,” He whispered, just audible for her to catch.

“Perhaps,” She whispered with the same way Mitchal said his words.