Without You

Reunion

Author's Short Note: I'd like to apologize for the lack of updates over this story, nevertheless, I was focusing to get a new chapter of Wings of Light as soon as possible instead of making you to wait disappointed. Howsoever, here we go with the 4th chapter as the next one is going to be the final by ending this dynamic, short journey. Anyway I hope you like and enjoy this new chapter as well! :))

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"R-Rare bird?" The former ambitious Monsignor's muffled stutter zinged his baby pinkish lips as his heart raced once he lastly found and most of all, reunited years later after struggling to find any tangible track. Tangible track of the flew rare bird. His one of a kind and only rare bird he had potent, intoxicating feelings for her and caged them inside himself, amalgamating with the depression and fatal suicidal thoughts as a part of the dynamic roller coaster he's been through along with the loneliness. What the former man of the cloth noted about Jude's appearance that she has altered it a bit. Not much but just a bit. To feel comfortable in her own skin. To alter her appearance not much as her hair length which once cascaded to the beginnings of her blade-bones, the length peaked up to her shoulders solely. Her still drop-dead gorgeous halo ringlet of sleek old Hollywood gilt tresses framed exquisitely her round, porcelain complexion with its feminine, beautiful facial features in the beginning of her 60s. Her caramel brown orbs, pigmented with the warmest, most delectable caramel hue tinged her orbs. Meanwhile, the former pious sister of the church was dressed up in casual attires such as a plain, linen white as vanilla shirt with a handful of undone buttons, followed by a long pleated midnight black skirt as its cashmere hem descended down to her ankles. The midnight black, long pleated skirt brightly contrasted with the vanilla white linen shirt like yin and yang.

"T-Timothy? What are ya supposed to do here?" The older woman had abundance of questions, submerging her ocean of thoughts, nibbling on her lower plumpish lip without dissipating the eye contact. "How did ya find me?" Meantime, she suddenly lowered her honeyed voice, ushering him to take a seat alongside her on the hammock as he meekly seated.

"I'm here, because of you! I was looking for you during all this time until finally I found you." A sharp exhale surged its oxygen from the top of his flimsy lungs, constricting his toned chest. "I'm so relieved you're still alive and that makes me undeniably blissful." Slightly optimistic, sheepish smile parted his pale-pinkish lips as sudden warmness enveloped his once frozen heart. Frozen heart since he felt nothing than a timeless heartbreak for being alone and when Jude didn't bother to say to him whether Goodbye or Farewell with exception scribbling it on the old, antique sheet of paper without even daring to allow her former boss to see her for a single second in the wee hours of the morning. The morning when she vanished for a half a decade without even bothering to walk away from his life like a timid shadow in the limbo.

"And what else?" Sternness was vomited in her additional posed question, quirking quizzically her thin eyebrow in scouting his real motives why he's looking for her for a half a decade after her haphazard disappearance. In the meantime, the British compatriot's heart sunk at her question and her cold, austere demeanor which he hasn't received ever from her except when they had a grave business and missions in the mental hospital. Her face grimaced momentarily.

"I'd like to know why you left me on the morning after our coq-au-vin dinner night."

Silence arched between the both adults for a quarter a minute, while the blonde opted to sort her mind to assimilate a rational, sincere response to his posed question as they got from the hammock and he escorted her inside.

"Do I need to take off my shoes?" Timothy questioned politely as he stepped in the corridor after taking off his casual charcoal black blazer, subsequently hanging it on the coat hanger.