My Sweet Escape

Chapther Two - Love At First Sight

Chapter Two - Love At First Sight

“Since the last photo did not quite help our situation, I am giving you another picture.” He says in a hushed voice. Like we were busy or in a hurry. Which we were, because we needed to catch this killer before he committed more crimes.

“Okay,” I say, nodding. He shows me a photo, laying it on the table, next to the picture of Alexander. The picture shows a woman. Covered in blood. Her eyes were cut out, and her head was bald. All of her hair was lying next to her in a bowl. Gross. It looked awful. “What a horrible view,” I tell the man, and he grins. “It is.” He nods. “Try to remember something,” he points at different spots on the picture. “Does this mean something to you? Does it leave a clue, or anything?” I could tell he was desperate. But so was I. But honestly, I couldn’t remember anything. I shake my head, and look up at him. “Try again,” he says. I look at the picture, scanning it from corner to corner. Trying to remember something. But my mind was blank. Blank as a piece of paper. I look the wall above the woman. A drawing. A sign, maybe. It looked like some kind of letter from the Chinese alphabet. But I didn’t know Chinese, and I sure as hell didn’t know there weird signs and letters. But this one.. It seemed.. Familiar to me. Like I had seen it before. And I had. I remember now.

¨Flashback¨

“Are you always inviting girls for a picnic on your first date?” I ask him, chuckling. He turns his head to look at me. “No,” he grins. “Only the important ones,” he add after a few seconds. I smile to myself. I didn’t know what to feel. Was I supposed to like him this soon? Was I even supposed to like him a bit?

After physics two days ago, he had asked me out. On a date! I totally freaked out when I got home, but I answered yes on a text message. He gave me his number. I had laid out clothes for the day. I had put on some make up. Not too much. And I had curled my hair. Long big curls. Not like the small baby ones I just to walk around with. He had smiled at me, when he picked me up at my house in his car. He had brought me a flower. The tulip.  A pink one. It smelled lovely, and when I told him that he grinned at me. I surprisingly liked his company. I had never felt that feeling towards a boy before ever in my life. And just as much as I loved it, just as bad was I scared. Scared of what did might turn into. Was this the beginning of my relationship for the rest of my life? Would I end up having children with this man - this boy? Now I was just being pathetic. I had to wait and see.

So I did. I smiled on all the right times. So did he. And we had a lot of fun. He had brought a picnic-basket. Stuffed with food, like, strawberries, toasts, mango, honey, cheese, and some pink lemonade. And I loved every single detail of it. He even told me: “You look beautiful tonight, Judette,” and then he smiled. Not like a stupid teenage boy would normally smile. No, this was the real deal smile Like, he would give me anything. And I wanted so badly to give in. I wanted to lean in, when he was really close, to lie my lips on his cherry red half parted lips. They looked so lovely. And soft. So kissable. And we did. We did kiss. At the end of the picnic. He laid down on the blanket. I laid down next to him. He pulled me towards him, holding his arms around me in a tight grip. Like he would never let go. Like he needed to hold on to me, or he would lose me. And I loved every second of it. I would make sure to enjoy everything. He leaned even closer to me. Our faces only inches away. He pulled his lips towards mine, making them touch. And those two minutes were the best time of my life. The feeling of his lips on mine. The soft fully lips gently pressing against mine. A kiss full of passion and honesty. And full of hope. Full of safeness. I never wanted it to end.

Later that night I laid in his arms. We were talking about everything and anything. I noticed his hand drawing small circles on my arm. “What are you drawing?” I asked him, my voice only a whisper. He grinned shortly, right before answering. “Just a symbol, I once saw,” he simply answered. A symbol? “What does it mean?” I asked him. I could feel smile behind me. “It’s the Chinese letter for love,” he’d answer.

¨End of Flashback¨

“But why do you think he would draw that symbol on a crime scene?” the man asks me, his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know,” I answer. I was just as confused as from the beginning. I remembered him. Our first date. I remember the feeling of safeness and peace. I would give anything to get that feeling back right now. I felt nothing now. Only emptiness. And I was hurted. I was hurted badly. We had so much on that date. What happened? Did we break up? Did it affect him so badly he turned into a killer? So many questions flashes through my mind. And I had no idea how to get the answered.

A/N

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-         Nicoline

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