EVOL|LOVE - Jimin(Evil Love)

Chapter 5: Forgotten Memories

Vanessa

I awoke to the sound of a knock downstairs. I laughed lightly in frustration. Rising from my perch on the windowsill, I headed to the landing where I descended the stairs soundlessly. A sweet, tempting aroma flooded my senses. The boy. While slightly shocked from the fact that he returned, I reached the bottom of the wooden stairs and continued to approach the door. His scent grew stronger the closer I was and it was so so blissful. The feeling of euphoria when smelling such a comforting scent bloomed in my chest, yet, this did not effect the likes of me. I was immune to the presence of any boys and this one won't be any different.

I opened the ancient, brown door slowly; without a single sound. My expression was neutral as I finally caught a glimpse of the insolent boy. Taking in his scared face and his closed eyes, I didn't even react. See, unaffected. His eyes slowly opened and soon widened in shock as he scanned the length of my body,from my toes to my head. His shock soon disappeared, however, as he seemed to pause and think of what to say to me. Not wanting to have the door open too long, I took the initiative.

"What do you want?" I said harshly. His mouth opened halfway before it closed once again. Instead of answering my question he chose to lift his arms up, brush one hand though his hair and then wrap both around his body. Only then did I take in his pink-purple lips and the major shivers that traveled through his body. My eyes softened. I could feel the guilt creeping up on me. I did decide to scare him earlier and that led him to probably wandering around in hopes for a warm place to survive the night. I hated this feeling. So, after huffing in annoyance, I reached forward, grabbed his arm tightly (but not tight enough to hurt him) and pulled him into the slight warmth of my humble home.

A slight squeak of surprise left his mouth , as he almost fell from the sudden surge of momentum, like the sound from a small mouse. After fixing himself quickly, he turned around hesitantly and looked at me. "uh..." he let out, still dazed from the shock. I closed the door then grabbed his arm (quite muscular if I might say) and  wordlessly, led him upstairs. Glancing behind me, I saw him looking curiously at my bare walls and lack of lighting. I didn't see the need to explain my personal preferences so I simply continued dragging him to a spare room that had working heaters.

Once I found the room I was heading to, I opened the unpainted door and took him inside. He looked at me, waiting. I gestured with my head towards the small bed that lay at the end of the room against the wall, expecting him to understand what I was hinting. His moved from me to the bed and he sighed gratefully. The bed had plain white sheets on it, which were quite dusty, and a single white pillow with some holes in it but even so, it looked as if he was just happy that that he could sleep well tonight. It was good enough for a boy of his size to sleep on and in a room the furthest away from mine. Feeling satisfied with the distance between the rooms and no longer guilty about leaving him to freeze outside, I looked at him once last time and left the room.

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The night dragged on without a disturbance from the boy. Occasionally, a small grunt from him or a squeak from the bed's old mattress could be heard coming from 'his' room but other than that, it was fairly silent. After I showed him where he was to stay, I didn't return to the comfort of my room. Instead I wondered around the house aimlessly and peacefully. My house was decently sized and had a large living room that had no furniture ,except one worn out couch, a small kitchen that I used for water,one bathroom, with a shower and bath, and lots of unused rooms. This house was supposed to be hidden from outsiders but somehow people keep finding it. The place was almost completely made from wood, hence why it could be called a cabin, and it kept me warm enough even without any heating. I don't exactly love it here but it's what I call home. Just for now, I hope.

Shortly after I started the useless walk around the house, thoughts of the boy and his face filled my head. I didn't really take in much of his face earlier but now I had the time to clearly think about it. He had an attractive face with smooth-looking chubby cheeks which didn't look fat, rather, they were quite cute. His hair was quite long for a male and a light shade of blonde that surprisingly suited him well. On the other hand... his face, now that I think about it...

I sharply turned from the empty kitchen I was headed to and rushed down the stairs that took me to the cellar. The cellar was like any ordinary cellar, except this one didn't store wine, it held my darkest secrets. Things I wanted to forget. I normally come here so I can think. But this time, it's to understand the mysterious boy that lay upstairs and why his face triggered some memories that I forgot I even had. I desperately needed to know why he was so familiar and why I felt a painful tug in my dormant heart.

I looked around the cellar as I knew it would hold the answers to my questions. My eyes quickly found their target. A chest. It was quite rusty, as it was made of iron and the rain often soaked the soil around the foundations of the house and enters the cellar.

Opening the chest, I reached in and clasped my hand around a brown, leather book. A few pieces of paper fell from it while taking it out. My eyes widened in recognition. They were my drawings of people, who had once lived on this island, that I drew to pass time. One of them in particular caught my attention. It was a drawing of a man. Most of the drawing was faded, as age had worn it down, but one key detail remained as clear as glass. His face. I dropped the discoloured paper, as if just touching it burned my skin, and stumbled to my feet. My hand covered my mouth in shock. It was a drawing of the boy upstairs but an older version of him. The drawing had the exact same sharp jawline, small, enticing eyes and slightly long hair.

A vague memory played in my head, like a catchy song that never leaves your head. The memory of a man who entered this very house along with a wonderful voice and exceptional guitar skills. He was my dream and nightmare all at the same time.

I leaned against the wall behind me and wiped the slight perspiration on my forehead, feeling emotionally drained and exhausted. This day was too much to handle. Wanting to just finally relax from my inner turmoil, I left the shadows of the cellar and headed upstairs to my cold room.

Upon entering my room, I walked to my large bed and slipped under the silk, black sheets. I placed my hand under my head and turned to face the open window so I could see the moon while a soft breeze caressed my bare face. Unfortunately, a sense of calm was not blessed upon me and I continued to worry endlessly about the drawing that was in my calloused hand just moments ago. Most of my questions were answered after seeing the small scrap of paper. Yet, one remained unanswered.

Why was this boy an exact replica of the man from my nightmares...