RED

19. Myrtle

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

by Songs of Solomon: 8 vs 7

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Enrico stepped onto the terrace, his eyes searching around for nothing in particular. The breeze was cool, even while the sun set. Slowly turning around to view his surroundings, Enrico realised he had never been here before. Nothing seemed familiar, but how he got there was what put him in a puzzle. Why was he here? One look around and he was able to understand that he stood on the terrace of a really tall building. The sky seemed touchable.

Enrico stood still for a moment with his brows slightly furrowed in confusion. He heard a strange sound and slightly shifted his eyes to the direction the sound came from. He noticed a black bird; a crow to be precise, on the ground. It did nothing except stare. No perching. No movement. Enrico furrowed his brows further at the thought of a crow being there of all places. He couldn't take his eyes off it. A part of him eager to know what it might do next. Suddenly, it flapped its wings and flew away. Enrico's eyes followed it all the way, but suddenly stopped on something else. Narrowing his eyes, a little to decipher the figure a little farther from him.

Enrico's eyes slowly widened with shock drawn across his face, as he eventually realised who the figure was.

"Kiana?" He asked in a whisper, a little unsure of his conclusion. She stood right on the edge of the building. A step backward and she was sure to meet her death. The craziest part was that she looked nothing like herself. She just stood there, staring back at him, with a blank expression on her face.

"Kiana." He pronounced once more, his voice a little shaky due to the thought of what could happen. Suddenly, tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Her lips began to quiver. The expression on her face became filled with fear. Enrico watched, as she slowly stretched out her right hand to him.

"Help me." She pronounced almost in a whisper, as she slowly leaned backwards.

"Kiana!" Enrico exclaimed at the top of his voice as he noticed her movement and ran, as fast as he could, in an attempt to catch up with her, but he was too late. She had fallen off the edge before he could get to her.

Immediately, Enrico opened his eyes in a gasp. His eyes lurked around, a little unsure of his environment, while he kept panting. He only calmed down a bit after realising he was back to reality. It had all been a dream. As Enrico managed to sit up on the bed, he could feel his heart beating so loudly. Little drops of sweat trickled down his face all the way from his forehead. He wouldn't deny the fact that he was soaked in fear at the moment. It had all seemed so real to him; Kiana falling off that edge and him unable to catch her. Her death had seemed so real. Enrico ran a hand through his hair, as confusion filled him. He couldn't understand why he had such a dream. He had never had such before, especially which includes Kiana dying.

Death.

He didn't want to think of that word. It sent cold icy shivers down his spine. The dream had been absurd to him. Yes, he might have been mad at her due to the past, but he would never wish to end her life. He cared way too much for her. Some people would say dreams are a vision of the future or an unexplainable event and some others might not think so. Right now, Enrico was stuck in between. He didn't know what to believe. Was Kiana in any danger? Perhaps, that danger didn't actually mean death. Perhaps, it was something else, something he couldn't figure out.

He let out a loud sigh as he shut his eyes for a moment and leaned his head backwards. A past image of Kiana in his arms flashed across his mind and he immediately opened his eyes.

That's right. Kiana was here.

Enrico recalled, then searched the room with his eyes for any sign of her, but none could be seen, so he let out another sigh. Obviously, she had left, while he was still asleep. Honestly, Enrico wasn't going to blame his actions on the drugs he took or on the fact that he was ill. He had craved to have her in his arms for so long that when he saw an actual opportunity to do so and not be rebuked, he took it. He recalled feeling so safe and peaceful, something he hadn't felt in a long time. If only he could have that for eternity. Suddenly, he heard a sound and immediately turned his head in the direction it was coming from. He needed to have a look, so he got off the bed then took hold of his glasses by the bedside table and put it on. He buried both hands into the kangaroo sized pocket of his sweatshirt and walked further towards the exit out of his room. He came to a standstill by the rail, as he noticed his mother walking towards the living room. Enrico let out a tiresome sigh, while just staring at her. How she got in on her own wasn't even the least bit on his mind. After all, this was Giulia Edoardo Vos. Nothing was impossible for her.