Upon our arrival at the said country, I stayed quiet and full of tranquility within me.
Isabel... I'm running out of time.
What does he mean by that? He... He did looked at his arm.. I don't want to seem so stupid but I want to refuse my negatively thoughts. I couldn't bear with it.
It pricks my heart a million times and it's so painful just to conceive about it...
Soon, I didn't notice a salty tear slide down my cheeks and I was snapped out of my thoughts instantly.
My sense returned to its own respective places and just then, I noticed I was at the comfort room, looking down at the sink, hyperventilating.
I held on my chest trying to calm my breathing but to no avail nothing happened. Daryl is somewhere right now and said that he'll be back in a minute or two...
Fixing myself, I returned to find my family only to see them carrying our luggage already, ready to leave. "Come on now honey, the van is already there." My mom gestured to me and I held a facade as I gave her a forced smile.
I walked after them and whilst so, I noticed a presence at my back and heard a whisper.
"Please don't be sad."
I wasn't able to respond and what I only did was have my head hung low.
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Arriving at our destination which is at a hotel and seemed pretty fancy and I remembered my first encounter with this place.
I was a thirteen year old kid going around just after entering and got lost twice but am lucky that the guards found me. I was too curious to see what's up here and so I explored and ever since that, I pretty much remembered every hallway and floor here.
"Mom, can I go outside and see the fountain?" Jirah said with her matured tone. I do wonder why I can't be more mature than she is but whatever. "Can I—" before I could finish my sentence my mother nodded with a chuckle.
"Just be back in an hour or two alright?" She added, and I gave her a nod and said goodbye to my parents. Nothing much, I'll just hang out with myself and uhm, find maybe some wine and uh.... Apple pie!
Walking outside with my bag slung on my shoulder I searched for a seat which is a bench and found it almost immediately. From afar, I could see the Eiffel Tower, standing as tall.
I released a sigh and had my eyes shut closed before speaking quietly. "I'm surprised you haven't talked by now." You know to whom.
"S-sorry about that... I was just worried..." Daryl's voice was soft and once again, I wanted to hear that of a malicious tone he owns. I sighed again and then heard a bull like of a sound, that sound where they like exhale angrily and guess where it came from,
From Daryl.
"I thought a matador could do for you but now you're a toro." I said with an amused chuckle. "Says the person that growls like a dog." I then found myself growling at him and then cursed mentally before rolling my eyes at him.
"C-can we uhm... Act like there is no problem for now?"
His voice sounded of a plead, looking at me with his round eyes, his irresistible orbs looking into mine with beg.
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