"Baby, don't be nervous, okay?" he warmly said as he try to stop the shaking of my hands.
It's very cold, and I don't know if I am that nervous to be shaking; while I'm certain that this is what I've wanted.
"When you hear the loud thud, we jump, alright?" he whispered to my ear, giving the cold night a light trail of warmth.
Taking a little step, I took a peek down and regret doing it. I quickly backed myself to the wooden wall while the my palm of my hands cover my face. Guilt shook me like fangs suddenly.
"Hey, hey, now, baby," he consolingly hushed while trying to wipe cold tears from my face, "look at me. I'm with you, don't be afraid, hm?"
It's a wonder how he can manage to stay calm and give reassuring smiles with those look in his eyes.
My senses slowly drowned, watching him throw my bags. I then heard the loud thud he was talking about. Next thing I know is that we're falling like two comets, but hand in hand.
Taking a few moments to gather ourselves after we landed, the house lights started to lit up one by one; making me lose myself as I watch them. Until I feel his hands tugging me, helping me to stand.
We ran to his car as fast as we could.
"Don't look back," he said.
And I really shouldn't have.
But it was a reflex; I looked above my shoulder to see an old woman crying with a gray haired man on a wheelchair, looking at us.
"I'm so sorry, but he is my home now," I told myself, knowing I'll regret it someday, trying to make myself feel better.
L.R.
