Who Is My Trouble?

Hit The Cliff

It was him. The tall man with round muscles. The brown hair and lighter skin. And of course, the hazel eyes sharpened on my wide blue eyes. "I can't believe it!" I was thunderstruck by what I saw in front of my eyes. "Please come in," I said as I closed the door and got my clothes from the bed, "I'll get dressed and come back in an instant." I was baffled. I kept on washing my face repetitively to know how to hold my reaction towards him. I didn't know whether to feel glad that he was here or nervous about it. All I knew was that Henry was in my apartment, and I couldn't escape from it at all. I thought of asking him how did he know my place, then I remembered that he was the one who probably sent me the box yesterday. I thought of how he was able to find the place to send the box in the first place, then I remembered that he has been sending me loads of money on my address, which all made sense, and no sense of me asking him at all. I combed my hair roughly due to anxiety, rewashed my face, and finally opened the door. Seeing him sitting on my couch made me fall into mixed feelings. I noticed that I needed to take one of my pills that are prescribed in such conditions. "I need to take my pill," I said as I started checking the kitchen counter. "You've got a nice apartment," Henry calmly confessed, "you moved here recently, I can see. I am happy for you."

"Thanks to you, I wouldn't have done it without your support."

"Oh come on, I am not doing anything to thank me on." I walked towards him and sat on the same couch. "It's been difficult," I sighed, "Ever since I woke up there, living with you, everything, it all has been difficult."

"You look way older than before," he said as he reached out to my neck, "You're still beautiful, but exhausted. What's wrong?"

"Henry," I sighed again as I held his hand, "I am lost. I don't know what to do or what I am doing. But this is how I feel better."

"This?" he asked as he shook his head in demand of explanation.

"I don't wear what I wore, I look different, I speak differently, everything just changed, low voltages but controlled attacks."

"But this is not -"

"It is me, yes. This is why I never replied to anything that you've been sending me, though I really appreciate your help."

"What do you mean?"

"What what do you mean?"

"Replied to anything that I sent you? I never sent anything. You never talked to me back again since you reached Nottingham back in November. The only way I knew that you were doing fine was through Kate. And this is one reason why I am here today. First, you stopped talking to Kate much for the last month, so we all felt worried. Second, happy 25th birthday." he said as he took out a box from his pocket. It was a beautiful box that was a set of pearls jewelry. "I know you liked pearls, from Kate."

I was in the utmost confusion of my life. He didn't know what I was talking about, even the support I thanked him for was something that he probably misunderstood. I was puzzled to react to his gift, which was as sweet as his looks, and warm as his care. "Henry," I broke the silence built upon my chest and hugged him, "Thank you so much for your precious gift. I really don't know what to say. Henry, when I thanked you for supporting me, what did you think of?"

"The days back in the States. Wasn't that what you were talking about?"

"Did you send me anything to this address before?"

"No, I never did. What is happening?"

"Nor did you send any money previously?"

"What's going on? No, I never did."

"Henry, what is your family name?"

"Wilson, Henry Wilson. I feared you'd ask me this question one day."

"Why?" I asked in surprise as I was trying to link everything that fell apart at once, but I couldn't. "Toby and I -"

"Yes?"

"We aren't really, cousins. We are close friends only."

"What?! But how! Aren't you and him politicians?!"

"He is, I am his cousin, which is not really the truth, and I don't like politics. I hate being a politician."

"But why?"

"My family and I weren't really on good terms. His family adopted me technically, and in a way, we made it up as cousins."

"So your real name is not Wilson?"

"No, it isn't."

"Costa?"

"How did you come up with that name?"

"I was just guessing."

"No one guesses names from the wind, where did you get that name from?"

"Someone told me about it."

"Impossible!" he said as he drifted off the couch, "No one can ever tell you about it."

"Why not?"

"Because Scott Costa is dead!" he yelled as he looked away at the window.

"Who's Scott?" I stood and slowly followed Henry.

"Scott was my name, before Henry Wilson. Scott Costa is dead, no one can prove that I am not Toby's cousin or anything other than that."

I stood in silence and walked back to the couch with a terrible headache. "Where did you get the name Costa from? Who told you about it?"

"No one. Someone called Henry Costa has been funding me with loads and loads of money. I thought it was you."

After a moment of anger and silence merging with rapid thoughts through Henry's mind, he sat beside me and calmly asked again, "If you thought it was me, why didn't you call?"

"Because I didn't want you to fall for me."

"You know I love you already, Marcy, you know I do."

"I know, but I can't help it. I didn't want you to fall for me. I am messed up, ruined, I can't do anything with you."

"No one is forcing you, you can take your time."

"What time are we talking about Henry? I am 25, and you'll turn 35 at one point soon. What time?"

"I won't give up on you, please?"

"Henry - I - I am in a relationship."

Henry's face went as broken puzzles off the cliff. He turned blue and red and green as something that I have never seen previously. "Relationship? Who is he? Since when?" he questioned with his disappointed tone.

"I'll let you two meet, don't worry about that. How long are you staying here?"

"I just wanted to check on you, maybe I'll travel to London and then take my flight from there."

"You can stay here in my place. I'll be more than happy to tell you what's been going on."

"What about Henry Costa?" he asked as the trouble fell on my head again.

"Leave that to me, Henry, or Scott, I don't know what to call you."

"It's Henry."

"Leave that to me," I said calmly as I squeezed my hands over his and slowly placed my head on his shoulders. I knew what was coming forward was not easy at all. The changes I've gone through, Sasha being in my life, Seth chasing my thoughts every now and then, Henry Costa who's been funding me endlessly, and of course, my Henry.