“In this world filled with impurities. I want you to remain for who and what you are.” He said in a sudden silence in the middle of their relaxation in the wilderness.
The woman who leisurely sat beside turn to him. A meek smile cross her lips as she return her sightseeing back to the vast land.
“Despite the fact that I am vulnerable to every threat in this world?” she asked.
“Yes, despite the fact of the threat this world can muster.” He paused. “After all I, and my kin aren’t that invincible. We’re actually vulnerable despite the strength we possess and genetic advantages.” He pulled a weed just a few inches away from him. “Unlike you and your kin. You always have the only thing that we never had that what makes us all a living essence.”
“So for short. You regretted the act you’ve done?”
“No.” he answered, this time staring at her warm caramel eyes. “I do not regret anything. Because I believed that if I haven’t done the act, I wouldn’t have to meet you now.” He smiled. “And enjoy this calm and bright day.”
“Lucianna…” resurfacing from his slumber. His eyelids flutter in the attempt to open his eyes despite its opposing mind wanting to sleep more. A minute of tag-of-war with his mind he looked around the four cornered wide space and realized that he was in his room. Sitting up from his bed he felt a sudden wave of dizziness making him fall back in his bed.
He is tired. He is very tired. He don’t know why but he is very certain that whatever he had dreamed off is sapping his strength. After a few more moment staring at the dark ceiling. He heard a soft knock in his door.
“I know that you are awake there Brian.” An old voice came. “Hurry up of you don’t want to be late.” He added as another loud enough knock came before he heard him tread back down the staircase.
Not wanting to annoy the old man or give him a reason to nag till his ears are ripped off. He shove the blanket off him and lay his bare feet in the cold tiled floor. Giving his self a good stretch making his joints made a soft popping sound. He scratched his head as he began his tread to his bathroom to start a day. After a few minutes he finished his daily routine, like first he wash his self, then clean his room and lastly prepare his things before he goes down stairs to make his self a light breakfast.
Sitting in the old velvet couch he saw his grandpa leisurely drink his cup of coffee as he watch the television. Peeking inside the living area he looked at the television to know what is on.
“Another murder.” His grandpa mumbled but loud enough to be heard by him. “Those nasty rascals can’t put their hands in their pockets.” Turning to his grandson he raised his brows in a question before he added. “What do you think?”
“What do I think?” he repeated the question but addressed it to his self.
“You know any connections or clues about the culprit?”
“Gramps I have no idea.”
“Oh don’t say that. After all you are working in the Sunrise Company. I bet they had a hint or something.”
“Gramps I am the photographer not the writer. And also if I found something or knows who are our sources. I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Man… what a meanie you’ve become. Just because you are an employer in some big shot media company. You’ve turned to some stingy guy who wouldn’t give a damn about this old man who have been taking care of you since you are in your diapers.”
