Voices.
Sounds.
Aromas.
Touches.
Taste.
Visions.
That's my world now. It's an empty atmosphere consisting of those six things I've listed. The worries and pains I once experienced, dissipated.
I stretch out my hand and focus solely on my knuckles. I never noticed how tight the muscles in my fingers were. On each knuckle, from the crease of bending them had more than ten lines inhabiting it. Going horizontally, vertically and diagonally that all met at the center. Resembling a cobweb spun precisely and crafted into a masterpiece.
"David."
I quickly turned my head to the left and right. Meeting no presence to the voice that spoke. A hand gently placed its existence on my shoulder. Which I immediately turned my head to.
An angelic-like man stood beside me. His porcelain skin marvelled against his silky shoulder length blonde hair, and blue orbs that danced beautifully against the blinding sunlight.
"Who are you?" I ask. Really uncomfortable at how close this stranger was.
"If I answer your question, will you answer mine?"
"Sure."
"Geibeu." He answered and began walking forward onto a golden path.
I furrowed my brows. Wasn't he supposed to ask me something?
"Hey, hold on."
"Geibeu" turned around and looked at me confused.
"Weren't you supposed to ask me something?"
"Yes." He replied and kept on walking. The white robe he wore, waved gracefully from the movements of walking, his hands behind his back and his posture proper to the bone.
"Well..." David spoke oddly confused and decided to hurry after Geibeu. I guess the question will be asked once we reach, wherever our destination may be. Besides, even though this place seems safe, being able to have a companion wouldn't hurt.
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Saranghae Catherine
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