Fond Of This Bond

11. Lost In Lefts And Rights

"Hey, George!" This is what a deep resonant voice said right behind me.

I wish I had not come here at all. I wish I could run out from here, from him.

He was standing behind me, neither too close, nor too far.

I will not let him unnerve me.

Do not turn around Hannah.
You won't turn.

The level of reluctance I had for not meeting him was equally matched by the level of someone's excitement to meet him.

"Aiden!" George almost screamed and ran towards him and he must have engulfed him in a hug.

I wanted to think of some way to escape from here, but my brain cells had declared themselves to be useless at the moment. I was just standing there like a statue with a blank yet the nervous expression on my face, struggling to keep my heart inside my body as it was about to come out of my mouth any second now.

Will his presence continue to have this effect on me? If yes, then till when?

Why do I keep losing myself around him?

Why does all the control go away?

I want to have my control with me twenty-four-seven. I have to get it back as soon as possible and I will. I can't breathe under someone else's control.

The two best buddies were still catching up behind me. I want to know what exactly they talk about that makes them continuously chuckle.

"You kids carry on with your giggles. I will check up on the food preparations." Saying this she patted on my shoulder and then left.

What is God planning to do to me this evening?

I would change His plans.

Before He makes George leave the two of us alone, I would be the one to walk off first.

I checked up on the amount of confidence I was left with.
Okay, so five grams it is.

This much confidence is enough to help me speak, but without facing the person behind me.

"George, I'll be proceeding towards the seating area. Dad's there too. You could join me if you want to." I said looking at a vase kept near me.

"No, thanks," George replied and then continued with whatever he was talking about.

I had almost zero expectations from him that he would come with me, so his reply didn't come as a surprise.

"Fine." I scowled and started walking out of the corridor. I doubt they heard me at all.

I took a few steps and then there was a left turn. As I took the turn, I also looked back at them, considering the fact that they must be busy gossiping.

I had no clue that I would find myself looking straight into that beautiful brown gaze. He looked amazing in that grey jacket, black sweatpants, and those black canvases.

We maintained eye contact until I entered the corridor. The interlocking of our gazes survived hardly two seconds, but it was long enough to make my cheeks feel warm.

I cleared my throat and tried to concentrate on my path. But this realization was too late for my own good as the next step I took got entangled in the floor carpet and my legs started struggling to stand straight. The entangled foot twisted in such a way that it pulled my body to the floor.

I was seated on the carpet in the middle of a passageway.

I got my foot disentangled and looked from one end of the corridor to the other.