And Then There Was Us

2 + Cato, Would You Take Me Home?

I took a deep breath. Other than that, I don't know what else to do. Cato Mathias Green was in front of me. And he's still naked under the sheets. To be quite honest, I had no idea what to do next. I mean, what's there to do? I was in such terrible mess. I messed up on my first day, I didn't have a face to show Tristan and I conjured a fictional hotshot. I didn't even know if there was a booming sound when he appeared next to me, or a loud clashing of doors and windows. Hell, there was a goddamn storm outside.

"Still naked here." Cato spoke after straightening his posture.

I pressed my right palm against my forehead and paced back and forth. I had to get this boy clothes first. So I asked him to stay in the room while I find clothes for him. And by finding him clothes, I meant borrowing any fitting shirt and jeans at the other bedrooms. I found a grey fitting V-neck shirt and dark jeans in Tristan's bedroom. I thought of getting Cato some boxer shorts but that will be too much. So I ran back to my room and so him reading the piece of paper from the book.

Cato shot up a look to me with a serious face. "This is a Latin incantation." he said.

"A reversible one? Please tell me it's a reversible one." I locked the door behind me and gave him the clothes.

"I'm multilingual, not a wizard." Cato examined the note back and forth. "Whoever made this spell must be dying to see me in person."

I sat down next to him with a slouching composure. Burying my face onto my hands, I felt so stupid and lost. It was the damndest thing I have done in my whole life. Cato was in motion, I could feel it. When I look at him, he was in front of me, wearing the shirt and jeans I gave him. He bent down with his eye sight parallel to mine. I could clearly see the small scar at the side of his right eye.

"It's not your fault." he said before ruffling my hair. With a yawn escaping his mouth, he stood up straight and stretched his arms above him. I watched him walk away from me and towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you going? You're suppose to help me fix this." I called out as I stuffed the note and book inside my bag.

"Oh am I?" he said. When I caught up with Cato, he was already near the elevator. He grabbed a black coat from the hanger. That coat is Tristan's too. The elevator door opened and he entered the lift. On my sleeping clothes, I ran quickly towards the elevator and pressed the button.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked him straightly.

Cato crossed his arms against his chest and leaned on the glass wall. "Explore the London I never knew. You should know that this is a great day to me. I've always believed that the nothingness we believed at was never a void. Look for me when you found a way to send me back to my reality."

I wanted to convince him to stay with me until I sort this shit out. He was the secret universe my boss has been trying to hide from the public. So I have to keep him with me all the time. If I lose him, I'm good as dead. I had too little time to ponder what can lure Cato away from the elevator.

"Listen. I'm in a mess. Right now, I don't know how to clean it up. But please," I paused for a while. I remembered I haven't introduced myself yet. "Please stay with me."

Cato's arms turned at ease rather than tensed. "The last girl who told me that left me."

I froze for a moment. If I'm not mistaken, he was talking about Francheska Rosengard.

She was beautiful. A drop of cold sunshine in a barren wasteland. And I was lucky enough that she fell oh-so-gracefully on top of my head. There wasn't a helpless time of mine that she didn't come to the rescue. I put my walls down and she didn't take advantage of it. Instead, she became my wall. A wall that reflects the pain away. She was strong, but that doesn't mean she's indestructible.