Twisted

Chapter-3

We both were standing under a tree. The tree's canopy was protecting us from the rain.
I remained silent. The puppy kept moving within my arms. It's fur was wet.
"Hello", he spoke
I did not turn.  I don't like making an acquaintance like this.
I started walking away.
" HELLO !!", he hollered
I did not care .
"Hey !! Ne me quitte pas", he called and I faltered my steps for him to join.
He got the cue and ran to me.
" Alright . What do you want, boy ?", I asked without facing him.
"Just your name ?", he requested and I sensed his smile even without looking at him.
I did not answer.
" You seem to be quite fascinated by french songs and movies ", he remarked as we walked.
I only gave silence as an answer.
"Lovers on the bridge ", he muttered within his breath.
I stopped.
" Wow! Have you watched it?" he  hallooed hysterically.
I continued walking and he walked along with me trying to match my running pace.
"That's my favourite movie ", I blurted out to him.
Lovers on the bridge and Pont Neuf.
The whole movie's story revolves around Pont Neuf. It's my mother's favourite movie. The love story of a eye sight failing artist and a homeless addict. I always fall in love with this movie again and again.
I felt my emotions seeping out from my heart to brain.
" I want to watch it again . Will you join me !!??", he asked cheerfully.
What the hell ?
"I know it's strange for me to ask but then will you have the goodness of  joining me my dear friend ?", he requested.
I kept walking without looking at his face.
I realized that he was not walking along with me and stopped.
" Ok fine ",I replied.
He came forward and ran pulling me along with him to the nearest bus stop. I was running out of breath.
I never looked at his face and I knew he was also not glancing at my face often.
I sat down on the bus stop bench. There was no one and there was an eerie silence surrounding us except for the soft sounds made by the puppies.
I closed my eyes trying to relax.
After a few seconds I sensed him inserting one end of his white ear phones in to my right ear.
He played the movie in his cell phone. The puppies were on our laps. At the beginning they were noisy and now they were very silent .
The movie started and I felt something in my heart during the fireworks scene.
The movie got over.
" Why don't you just cry ?", he suggested pulling his android away after the movie end.
" Why should I ?", I asked staring blankly at the road.
"Alright but may I know your name ?", he asked.
Somehow my heart wanted to say him my real name.
"Park Soo Jung", I answered boldly .
He waited like he was expecting something and laughed.
" Oh Sehun imnida ", he lete know his name.
I turned towards him sharply and got a look of his face with perfect features.
He had sharp jawline and powerful smiling eyes. His forehead was smooth marble. And his cheek bones were mathematically perfect. His hair was jet black mopped to one side of his forehead .
Yeah , he was one of those hot guys and I should have gasped but I did not.
" Why do you stare at me like this ?" he asked .
I did not give an answer .
" We both like the same movie and I loved that song that you were singing. You pass ", he declared pointing his hand towards me.
For what ?
" You pass to be my stranger friend. You are going to be my stranger friend for the coming two days . And then I will be going back to Seoul.", he declared proudly.
" Bullshit ", I started walking away remaining indifferent to him.
He roared laughing out loud.
" I like that !! Ne me quitte pas ! Let's meet tomorrow on the bridge!!", he shouted from a distance.
I don't know.
He is the first one....the first one who saw me as a friend.
And I think that's why I said him my real name.
My name is Park Soo Jung.
Park Soo Jung , the girl with a shitty reality.
I don't know whether it's apt for you to meet me my dear stranger friend.
See you !! Have a great life.
I had left both the puppies with him. Let them be with him.
I lost my mind for a moment and let pity and friendliness in to my heart . I leave them to him.
I'm after all Park Soo Jung.
To be continued...