His lips. His smile. His hair. His smell. His style. His character. Him.

Feel Me, Touch Me And Kiss Me.

Chapter IX: Feel Me, Touch Me And Kiss Me.

"I fell in love with his words. Unfortunately, he was a good liar."

It was the first gift I've ever received for my birthday. Well, the second one, to be honest, the one were that earning from 'Her'.

Since then I never celebrated. With the time passing it turned into a normal more like a common day. Just like the other ones. An absolutely boring and meaningless day.

Thinking about it while looking outside the window on the hallway of the J-Hospital, Mental Departement.

I am on my last year, so I become a trainer in the same hospital as him. But, we don't meet often because of the hour works and the huge distance between our two floors.

Yet, still, sometimes we met but we act like total strangers on the front of each other. All of that because of the hospital policy. No Relationships between workers.

Well, after all, I need to graduate. Plus, it's totally fine by me. That way I can focus on my work. And mostly is t have some time to dig in the past files of old patients here.

It's already the time that my shifts end. And his too. It's the only day that we have similar day shifts.

Going to the parking lot. Sneaking. Getting in his car. To think of is actually exciting.

The feeling of excitement it was his the who made me feel it. Or taste it. I've never tried before. Being excited.

I only read it meaning on the dictionary that she bought and tried so hard to teach me. Maybe t help me or she just couldn't accept the idea I would look like the person she falls for. Her biggest fear.

Back to the sneaking... need to sneak to not found out about us. I finish my shift before him by 15mins so I have the car's key so that I don't have to wait for him outside.

He said it's dangerous to be by myself in this dark parking lot.

Well, from what I know dangerous is something threaten your safety or your life. Something makes you feel afraid and fear.

I guess it feels like how I felt in the darkness. Being locked in that basement for 9 years. Suffering.

And all of that was because of her. She couldn't accept the idea to leave him. She couldn't. She was so attached to him even she was ready to dir just for him.

Yet, she hated him to the bones and didn't want me to look just like that fear that made her life an endless nightmare.

Looking at my watch. He must be on his way now. I looked in the mirror to see. he is walking towards the car but he doesn't look like is by himself.

Looking more, he is with the Chef of Nurses. I had to think if a way to hide. I sliced down in the chair hiding my head.

I had to wait until she passes. The footsteps are getting closer and closer. With each step, my heart rased up. My breath rhythmed along with my heartbeats and the footsteps.

It's again this feeling. Feeling scared. But not such as my fear from the darkness. It's mostly like I am scared to not hear this beats, feels this breath.

Until I saw his back. He is standing on the front of the window. Covering me.

Then heard again, the sound of car opening. She left. She is driving away. He turned to look at me.