He Falls In Love with a Soul

Who was that in the dark?

One week has passed since that incident. He nowadays remains thoughtful over something, that nobody understood. He did go to his classes and did his duties, but there was a horrid and painful silence in him. He had become calmer than ever. Sometimes he went to the hills and draws portrays of Nature or the girl whom he had seen both in reality and dream. He even once told his parents to find that girl but they could not find her, and they thought it was just a whim or a nightmare of his. So he, since thence, did not pester them to find her. He could not make himself to believe that it, as they said, was, merely, his whim.

He only murmured to the portrait, 'How can it be just a mere freak, when I have touched her and felt her flesh? I don't think she is only a vision or a nightmare.'

After finishing his sketch, he rode, guided by his butler, to his house. It was evening, and his family was getting ready for a party. He said that he didn't wanna go, because he felt ill. That was a lie, only to avoid crowd. His parents consented.

It's 10.00 pm, and since then he was studying in his library, nobody was there except some servants in the ground floor; he heard some foot steps outside the door. The footsteps echoed against the silence of the upper story. He was distracted by those sounds, so he opened the door to look who it was. He found there was no one except a person, half visible by the moonlight and half-covered with shadows of the unlit hallway, actually it was his odd habit to study in a pin drop silence and utter darkness, it is only his table lamp which gave him light while studying.

Wook asked, 'Who is it?', but there was no reply. Whoever the owner of the shadow might be, was running towards the staircase. He also ran to catch that person and he caught hold of that stealthy figure, in the darkness. As soon as he had held the arm of that person, he had recognized who it was. It was she, who to others was just a freak. He felt that as if he found his breath. He, though in the darkness, caressed her with his hand and held her hands in his.

He painfully asked, 'I told them that you were not a whim of my mind and I ordered to render a search for you, but they failed to find you. Where have you been?'

'I'm always there, where the sun doesn't shine', was her soft answer.

He holds her tightly, as if in fear to lose her again, and pulled gently towards the place where the moon had shed a little light, as he was desperate to see her dear face. Reaching that place, he gazed at her, as if filling the emptiness of his long wanting in his heart for her countenance, and embraced her. The moon showers its silver rays upon them and everything seems to shimmer.

And with a melancholic voice he said again, 'I would never let you go again. You, from now, would remain with us.'