The Secret Life of Mrs. de Silva

Chapter 7- Rain

I am the rain
gently patting
the rooftop

The drop
sliding down
your window

I glide
past the glow
of your lamp

Clinging
to the warmth of your fingertips
as they press
against the glass

Losing grip,
I slip away.

-Christy Ann Martine-

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Danielle's POV

It's about to rain again and I started to have this feeling.

My heart started racing inside my chest. My feet started tingling as if thousands of tiny needles are being injected all at once. The feeling is crawling up my legs but before it overtakes my entire body and creates never ending tremor, I started my breathing exercise.

Inhale, one two three four five, exhale. Inhale....exhale. And repeat, again and again. I feel my breath shuddered every time I exhaled. But I ignored it. I can do this. Think of happy thoughts.

Violin...piano....drums....guitar....best friends....Jude....grey eyes...barely-there smile....

Yes, I admit it. Sometimes my husband makes me happy. Our little banters make me more alive. And his eyes, I feel like I'm melting because of those. Sometimes I'm hoping he'll kidnap me again. For a change. I want to travel with him. I want to know more about him. The ones, which my private investigator didn't find out.

After a few minutes of breathing exercise, I feel more relax, more calm.

I don't need to go to the underground and escape. I can do this little by little. Carlisle said I'm doing good, better even.

Plus Mr. Peters is still here. Lately, he lingers every time the clouds turned dark and it's about to rain. But I didn't confront him. He's like a father to me and his presence is always welcome here. He also closes the windows every time the weather is bad. And he started playing piano even if it's just twinkle twinkle little star. He's my all around butler, jack of all trades, master of everything.

And speaking of the devil, I hear his footsteps coming.

"Madam, someone's looking for you." I frowned at that because that's one in a blue moon occurrence. No one ever look for Danielle Sy, the witch here in our haunted house or even for now Danielle de Silva, the married witch. Then who's that?

When I looked down from the grand staircase, I saw the beautiful woman standing beside the double door wearing her usual garb thrasher pants, black Beatles shirt and red sneaker with matching backpack and a black cap. She looks more of going to a night camp than visit a friend. I smiled at the thought. No matter what she wears, she always looks stunning. No wonder she snatched the heart of the notorious playboy businessman, Leandro Valderama III.

So what's the crazy Dominique Red doing in my humble haunted house?

"Hey, what brought you here?" I smiled at her raising my fist for a bump. That served as a greeting whenever we see each other.

She raised her fist hesitantly at first and then smiled awkwardly.

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for Danielle de Silva." She offered her hand for a shake afterwards and then smiled her genuine smile. "I'm Dominique Red, her best friend."