Her Nature

|Chapter 4|

"Now this is heaven," I sighed and leaned my head back to gaze up at the stares. Does Luciano like watching the stars too?

"You my friend, are right." Vincent smiles at me from across the stream. We always make sure to keep distance when we swim without clothes, can't have any accidents.

The river's soft flow washed over my legs, working out my tired muscles. Each rapid acted as my personal mini jet. I could feel the dirt and grime washing away and floating down stream.

Crickets ate away at the nonexistent silence. My lids fell over my eyes, fully relaxing my body in the water. My mind felt at peace, drifting in the water that shared the burden of my weight.

"How are you, A?" A soft voice cautiously prodded.

My eyes stayed closed. "Good. How are you, Vince?"

"No, Aura. I mean, how are you?" His voice hardened in emphasis. My body chilled, frozen to the bone in cold water.

A block of ice sat in my chest, no longer pumping blood, but icicles. Mismatched flashes swirl together in my mind creating a jumbled mess. I shook my head to clear it, to lift the pressing weight on my lungs.

Hazel eyes flashed. Wet cement slammed against the inside of my skull. My head throbbed in effort of trying to piece together the images. To remember.

My fingers rubbed my temples to soothe the headache. "Yeah, I just don't think about it." My voice was small like I was trying to convince myself.

"Well maybe you should."

My eyes shot open and I stared directly at him through the night. "What?"

"Don't get mad, A, I just want to help you." His hands hovered in front of him in mock surrender. "All I'm saying is that maybe it would help. The more you think about it, the more you see, right?"

I slowly nodded my head, but spoke up when I remembered he might not be able to see me. "Yes, but it's not that easy. I see more, but it's the same things. Nothing new, nothing fits."

A frown sagged on my face. "What do you see, A?"

I contemplated in my mind if I should tell or not. I couldn't burden him with my weight. Hell, the visions wouldn't make any sense to him if they didn't to me.

They attacked again, staining my memory. The same brown cement, damp with water and other substances. It felt scratchy against my skin, making it raw.

Hazel orbs gazed at me, full of life and energy. Their color was lighter compared to my dark hazel shade. They were constantly moving to zero in on one object just to switch to another.

What were they watching?

Who was watching?

They replayed simultaneously, thrashing against the inside of my head. They pushed against each other and collided, fighting for space. One wanting to be the forefront. Good fighting bad.

Was that what they were? Good and bad? They could both be bad or both be good. Who the hell knows.

I released a sigh. "I don't know Vince. It's a lot, but nothing at the same time. It's too confusing to put into words." I subtlety tried to dismiss the conversation.

His lack of reply had me regretting not telling him or at least trying, but I held my ground. My weight was mine to carry. "I get it. Don't worry too much, okay? You're smart enough to decode it, one of the smartest people I know. You'll find your own memories. Better yet, we can make new ones."

I could hear the smile on his voice. The conversation was dropped, but not over. However, the pressure lessened for the moment.

"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea Dr. Green." My laughter floated across the water to him. He responded with a deep chuckle, but no words.