Fractured Soul

III- SEALING OUR FUTURES

Ch3- Nikos

"No, last night I was sleeping. I surely don't know you, sir" She replies timidly but stating her point.

I would have sworn it is her, I don't remember Alice clearly though, her image is blurry from the alcohol. But those eyes aren't so common. I realize I'm staring at her and she is pondering whether to continue what she was doing, or wait for any response.

"I'm Nikoς Karallis, what is your name?" I offer her my hand, while examining her eyes for any sign of recognition.

"I am Abigail Vannier" she sharply answers, not openly forwarding more information about herself as other women constantly do.

¡It's not her! I'm going nuts what am I even thinking in Alice. I will probably never see her again, but Abigail is so pretty. Her long wavy red hair almost to her waist, her skin is as white as a snow flake during winter, well-defined red lips; her body is perfectly fit even under all those big clothes. Women will envy her for her natural beauty and enjoy making themselves notice, but this girl doesn't even try instead tries to hide it. Blush travels fast to her cheeks making her seem more innocent that she already looks. I look away to avoid making her even more uncomfortable, its impossible not to notice that she feels trapped in an awkward moment seeking a way out.

"Do you live in Washington?"

"No, I'm visiting my family for the break." She stares at Antoine, sleeping peacefully next to me.

"Is he your son?" she points at him slightly with her eyes.

Oh! Those emerald eyes are driving me crazy, out of the blue I feel like I have been struck my lighting from head to toes. They are so dazzling. I hadn't felt intrigued by any woman after Antoine's mom. Her parents had tried to convince me that she would have wanted me to move on for over a year, but I just hadn't felt ready. That is why I felt so surprised with myself when I helped Alice last night, and now my straight forwardness to talk to Abby, when I haven't seen her before.

"Yes, that is my little boy" he seems so fragile while sleeping, but he is very intrepid for his age "he had been trying to stay awake, but I think Morpheus won the battle."

A slight smile makes her lips, but she cuts her off before it has time to broaden.

"So, you like mythology?"

"Yes, I like to read about it when I have time, I find it quite intriguing, and so does Antoine, he seems as curious as his dad about it"

"I liked it as well, even though it is not my area of expertise, I enjoyed it a lot that and classic literature can be quite daring but also enlightening about the philosophies of that age."

She seems really young to talk like that. It is not that common that you find a woman interested in history, philosophy and that kind of stuff. There many that find it boring and useless and would just feel disappointed, no longer feeling interested in a woman more intelligent than them. But I'm not like that at all and this woman just keeps sparking an unknown desire to know more about her and unveiled all her charms. She closes her eyes, resting so peacefully.

"Are you sleepy? We could ask for a pillow" I offer.

"No, I'm just tired, a little drain out it has been a long day. And I don't like sleeping in planes" regret tainting her features, I can almost see her neurons overexerting themselves feeling that they have shared way too much than they like.

She doesn't like to share a lot about herself that is clear as a summer sky, her talk is shallow and light. Should I pressure for more? It doesn't seem right, I shuffle in my seat brushing her arm. My arm starts tickling, that's new, and I notice her flinch away. Jumm! That's not normal I can tell. Maybe I could solve the mystery if I get the chance to see her again. I would have to act fast, our plane will be landing soon. It is amazing how time goes so fast when there is good company by your side. It is incredible how when you want time to last longer it goes in the blink of an eye, betraying you.