People say dying gives you the feeling that's from whole different dimension. Death lets you feel and see even the most impossible things一it's cloud nine before the perfect storm.
Eyrin opens her eyes and sees stars that seem to be so near she can almost reach them. She extends her hand trying to get one but stops when she's realized she's so close to them and that they glow green.
"Am I dying?" she asks herself. "Am I in heaven?"
A chuckle snaps her out to reality. "No. You're in a stranger's bed." There's a lot of humor in between those words.
No one can imagine how swift she pulls her dizzy self to her feet, clutching the covers to her chest before she lets out a short but loud scream.
"Who are you!" she asks the man seated too comfortably on a single leather couch. Wandering her gaze around the cozy room, she knows the man is not lying. She's indeed inside a strangers room一and wait, did she just call it cozy?
She can't make out the features of the man's face but she knows he's looking at her, lips partly curved to his left cheek. "Who are you?" she asks again, stepping back until she's on the other side of the bed, obviously agitated. Now there's a bunk dividing their space.
The man heaves a deep sigh before the couch makes the familiar sound of leather's deep screaming when someone's getting up from laying on its comforts. Eyrin almost chokes on her own drool. The man slowly walk from out of the darkness and gradually, his features are coming to Eyrin's senses.
"Well, I'm sure you know me." The gloomy radiance of the sun emanating from the open window reveals the man's identity. Brown eyes, messy hair, a dimple on the left cheek, his unorthodox tone of speaking一she remembers it一though she knows his voice isn't really that unconventional.
The coldness of the weather could not prevent sweat from beading on her forehead. The short strands of hair at the back of her neck stand up as if wanting to pluck their way out of her scalp. She knows her body temperature drops as well on that moment that her knees almost couldn't stand it any minute they'd fall.
"Yo一you?" The word almost never come out of her mouth but when it did it just shows how terrified she is. As if the scenario she's caught up into isn't already a horror for her, the wind blows and the chimes of the dream catcher hanging atop the window frame sings to what she can infer as melancholic.
The man chuckles. "Yeah," he looks to his side, away from Eyrin's gaze, and scratches the back of his head and coyly smiles, "me."
Eyrin's heart skips a beat. She's not sure on whether it's because of how beautiful he smiles when he's shy or because she's standing in front of Leo Hernandez.
"What...How...Why...When一I mean一" Eyrin obviously can't find the words to say.
"Yeah about that," his face lights up and his smile grows wider his cheeks almost fall out. This time, it's Eryin's turn to look away. "I died," he says so casually Eyrin's brows furrow. What's the positivity in his voice? That's why she thinks his tone is unorthodox.
Is it just his voice?
"I know but how are you here?" Questions dawn on her for a second until she looks his way again and sees his back turned against her. "Eh?" she utters in confusion.
"I'll tell you after you get dressed," he says before walking out.
"Eh?" she utters again before looking at the covers she just unconsciously dropped on the floor. She's not wearing anything except her baby...errr...sports bra and her cycling shorts.
"YOU PERV!"
That time, Leo and his neighborhood just heard the loudest scream anyone can make out in spite the heavy rain.
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