BEAU Series 1: Epiphany (On-going)

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Prologue | P h a n t a s m

I'm dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight with a gentleman in front of me, the sound of nature seems to be our music in this serene place. His hands are embracing my waist, he is grasping me tightly like I would escape on his grip.

The scenery appears to be this such perfect considering the appearance of this gent which screaming Herculean. I can't even take a glimpse of his face because he's blocking the moon which only gives us luminescent.

Even though he's a total stranger his presence tells me otherwise. Parang kilala ko siya na hindi. I shouldn't dance to someone whom I didn't know right? but how can I do that is when I want to desert in his arms, there's something about him that pulling me close back to him.

Now I am curious, why do I feel this such thing? Am I in love? Or I'm just overwhelm to the fact that I always dreamed about myself dancing under the moon with my ideal man?

And there's only one thing what's my ideal man is, and that is a man who can let me feel that he is my ideal man.

Weird as you imagine but if you think it's complicated then you shouldn't think it, internalize what your heart desires. And HE is my desire.

A couple of minutes passed by and so I figured out that he's not saying anything, he's totally speechless and that makes him more and more mysterious, well aside from the verity that I don't recognize him at some point.

When I'm about to touch his visage a pale light coming from the moon reaches his face and just a snap I perceive my body froze, mixed emotions best describes what I'm feeling right now. Earlier I felt at eased, contended and euphoric yet right now anxiety is lingering in me.

That's why he's not saying something and I can't sense his breathing because

His face is blank, literally blank.

I almost faint 'cause who would picture out that I am dancing with a man who has no face at all?

In my mind I'm planning to run away but before I could do that he left me instead, he walk out effortlessly but without thinking I tail him like my feet has its own life. I don't know what's going on me achingly chasing that faceless gentleman as if there's an invisible string connecting myself to him.

"Wait!" I shouted as he continued his strides.

When he didn't halt, I felt my eyes stung and I began to swallow the lump in my throat.

"You're a coward!" I shouted once again as I tried not to stutter.

Then he stopped walking so I grab the chance to go near him.

"Does facing me will hurt you? After you dance with me tatalikuran mo lang ako as if you don't recognize me? Dahil ba naramdaman mong natakot ako sayo kasi wala kang mukha?" I asked.

Slowly I resumed to walk nearer, facing him.

"I'm not scared of you." almost whispering what I said 'cause even me myself, is not really sure about what I stated.

Maybe, bewildered is the right term that best describes the emotion which I truly felt.

Because who would have thought?
Who would have thought?
That the man who's in front of me is literally faceless.

I don't understand myself now.

This time I-I can't control over my feelings anymore, it feels like I don't have the access to my own body and emotions. It's like I have to let my heart speak out.

It's overflowing.

"You're just a faceless stranger but how can you do this to me, how can you let me feel this way!"

My tears suddenly started to fall and as I attempt to wipe them off, another one escapes.

"I don't care about your face, as long as you're beside me I won't be scared. Just please, please don't walk away."

As I utter those words, I felt a cold hand wiping my tears off and my heart began to beats so fast and loud that I think he hears it too. That simple gesture makes the zoo in my stomach go wild.

"Don't leave me." I said those words more like a command than a request and then I hugged him so tight.

Hugging this man is like my life is depending on him as if that he's my lifeline, but when he embraces me back, I figuratively feel that our soul is connected and we are bounded for each other.

"So you cried my demoiselle."

My eyes suddenly went wide when I hear a deep voice who just speak huskily then I sense a pair of hands taking off my grip of him.

"W-what? H-h-how can y--" hindi ko natapos ang sasabihin ko nang tumawa siya bigla.

A manly laugh echoed in the woods, he's laughing to the extent na parang may nakakatawa akong sinabi.

I stepped backwards when our eyes met. His deep brown tantalizing eyes lingers on me, as if he can look beyond through me but I notice something, his presence isn't familiar to me anymore na parang naging ibang tao ang kaharap ko ng magsalita siya.

I know I am eager to hear his voice but now I'm hoping that he can't speak 'cause currently I don't recognize him and I suppose that there's a bad thing that will happen.

This gent leans on me slowly, brushes his lips to my right ear and whispered something that makes my knees wobble.

"Milady"

Why do I find it so manly yet sexy? I almost lost in my deep thoughts when he talked again that wakes me up to reality.

"You fall in our trap."

"I always thought you would render yourself easily to me."

"You don't even reach the quarter of my standards."

"I don't love you."

This is too much for me, too much.