Hope

chapter 3-Her

Something was being dabbed on her right cheek.

She tried to get a grip back on her senses and make out the situation. Her face slightly dipped to the right side again with the little pressure of a dab.

A soft cotton, she felt. But wet.

She tried to move her muscles to feel where she was sprawled but it felt like everything was numb and rebellious after being torturously used by her for sometime now.

She didn't blame her condition.

After all she understood what she went through.

However the struggle to open her eyes was something she didn't stop.

During this struggle she didn't stay cautious enough and the next thing she felt was the corner of her lip being pushed down as if being torn apart from its split end.

A piercing scream left her bruised lips and she jolted upright, her eyes finally opening up in panic.

A sudden burst of brightness blinded her before she could focus on anything and her eyes shut themselves on their own accord.

Too bright.

After few beats she felt the hurricane inside her heart dimming up and a sense of ease spread through her urging her to open her eyes again.

First thing she noticed was brightness soaking her form from above her head and she looked up to find a lone lantern hung over the concrete ceiling that eliminated her surrounding as a guide to show her the surrounding, the world she was in.

Her gaze flew down like a serene flow of ocean, deep but calm, down the concrete walls and to the small fireplace as a small reminder of hell in the serenity of heaven, lit up with small fire balls cracking occasionally on tumultuous rage, dancing in mockery.

She tore her eyes apart from the fire which started to scorch her soul to the warm rug she was laying on the moments ago. That's when she realized how closed up this space was.

She looked towards her right and gasped, springing back a little when she found a pair of eyes set on her.

A face eluminated by the lantern as if the sole purpose of lantern was just to expose him to her.

She felt another hurricane building up in the depth of her ocean eyes as if his calm eyes were creating powerful tides inside her ocean.

She wanted to panic. Cower away. Scream. But the calmness of his eyes and warmth of his aura assured her that she wasn't in danger.

Strange, she thought.

Then without uttering a word, he extended his hand and she looked at shocked cotton in his fingers. It glowed red upon white background.

Her blood.

She realized she had forgotten the gash that was split open at the corner of her lip.

Unconsciously she touched it and winced, jumping in her position but then heat spread though her realizing he was noticing her every move.

Her hand was engulfed in a warm one and their eyes locked.

Her hand was lowered while hypnotized by his gaze.

A gaze that was empty but calm.

Unfamiliar but familiar.

She didn't protest and let him dab the antiseptic on her bruised lip.

Not that she was paying attention anymore.

She was lost somewhere.

The world that seemed strange but strangely meant for her to wander inside.

How can some other world catch her attention while she was shackled in the brutal chains of her own?

Confused but curious,

She wanted to explore it.

"Who are you?"

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