19 Chapter 3.1 : Drizzle

He looked at us with eyes darthing with agony. He stopped quickly and said something to my former coworker, Helena. He walked towards us and told Micella, "Congratulations! I've never seen you this happy before." He shook her hand. His gaze focused on the watch she is wearing.

He shook my hands and told me, "What a lucky man. Hi. My name is Cray! The girl beside you was my girlfriend. Be sure to take care of her." What an immature guy this is? Did the war made you nuts? How can you possibly do this to your previous girlfriend? Don't you know that she's still hurting? I was still as Cray turned his back from us and approached Helena.

When he was walking away he uttered, "How can you be so happy holding hands with a man while still wearing the watch I gave you in our anniversary?"

Micella was about to burst into tears. I can fight this feeling. I spoke out to him, "Whatever happened pre-war is erased. Bear that in mind. If you care about her safety and her feelings, you should've just shut your mouth."

He turned to look at me for a second. "You are just paired with her? What's with that sympathy? I mean. Don't get me wrong here. You just met her right? She'll tell you eventually. Do you even know her?" He was still walking away and I still froze.

"Hey." I ran as fast as I could to stop him. "She didn't know you were alive and signed up for government participation. I was there when she went on her way to pass the form to rescue you."

I remember it all. Micella had this grimy face as blood caked in it. She was a part of the military and also a services volunteer. She had the form not knowing it was also a form of government's experiments participation.

"You don't know what happened. We decided to never participate. It's fine by me if she just signed herself but she forcibly filled out mine without my consent." Cray's voice lingered in the hallway.

I was out of words. Micella knew the consequences of the request forms? Micella walked to my side and she shouted out with the loudest volume for Cray to hear, "That is the only way to know if you are alive! They will provide you anything you need wherever you are at that time or if you're dead they're going to extract your corpse. It was not my decision! I was the one to fill it out but your father, in his last breath, was the one who signed it for you. We were all worried sick about you. We thought you died."

"I...didn't know." Those were the only words he said.

I was silent. If I only knew the request forms had consequences, I wished I never signed up for that.

It's all in the past, Dred. You're now Delf.

I gently held her hand, "We're going now, Cray." I

muttered something in my lips. I know he knew lip-reading too. 'She's mine now. I'll make her scream my name with joy everyday.'

Cray was standing there silently. Feeling sorry for the life he was entitled to feel.

When we were about to get outside, "I wish I will not see my ex or anything. It would make my heart burst. If she was alive...I may not have known what to do." I missed Nieva-she was my salvation. She was my light.

"You're amazing back there." Micella's tone immediately went from sad to happy. Her eyes were little sparkles of hope. She's my hope.

"Oh really?" I beamed a smile at her.

I'm melting.

We had gotten outside the facility. I blurted out, "Are we going to check the house first or get the supplies?"

I cannot deny that I over-emphasized the word first here. Slick, Delf. Very slick.

"Why are you so enthusiastic about this?" She questioned me when we were at the steep stairs.

"We have no other choice but to get to know about each other more." I put my arms around her shoulders.

"I don't want to check the house first." She emphasized on the word first too. Well, that's a request I cannot put off.

"Supplies it is!"

"I want to eat and drink something cold first." she asked me.

"Oh yeah. I'm starving too. Do you want to go to the circle?" I was back in my usual self.

I stretched his arms and smiled at her. I realized that the skies are brighter and the sun shone rendering her pitch-black irises into gold. It was a majestic sight as if she was an angel sent from above.