4 Chapter 2: The Mountain Moves

I was watching Amory on her ponytail looking so fine while reading a book she borrowed on my bookshelf.

"I saw this book before." She said showing me the front page of the book. It was entitled as 'Secret Battle.' I can't remember if I bought that book but I guess so. She put the book back to the shelf and finds another book to read.

"Can we have cake on dinner?" She asked me. I nod as an answer. I was really curious what brought her here in my place. I was just looking on every details of her face. The way her eyes flickers and even the way her hair strands covers her face. I was examining every movement she does. And the moment I caught her eyes, I felt enchanted like I never seen some kind of faces before. I felt like she was from heaven on her white long sleeves while the sun's streaks shines on her skin.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I was taken back without realizing that I was staring at her for a long time.

"Why do you want cake?" And by my question, she paused for a meantime like a statue. She pressed her lips together, looking at the floor while putting down the book she was reading.

"Today is my twin's birthday." I was astonish when I heard her statement.

"Happy birthday." I greet her. I don't know what to reply and only a greeting comes out from my mouth. I felt like my throat is being thorned by the idea she's about to end her life on her birthday.

"I hate birthdays." She said as she stares at nowhere. I was just staring at her like she was the most precious thing in this world. I felt like, she is so fragile that only needs to be comforted and accepted in someone's warm.

She heaved a deep sigh and said, "My twin died on our birthday." She holds the pen on my table then circles them unto her fingers. She's tapping her left hand on the table while heaving a deep sigh.

"Where's your parent?" She asked me while roaming her eyes in every corners hoping she could see anything that could resembles my parents but she saw nothing. I never had a chance to meet them.

"I am alone since then." I answered her. This is my first time having a conversation with someone I don't know. She is the first person who step into my zone invading the invisible line that I made. And I even questioned myself, why do I feel like I found my serenity on her? I felt like their is string binding me and her and when the other let go, it will be broken.

She walks in front of the television to open it and said, "You don't have phone yet you have television."

Actually, I haven't open the television. I don't feel like being involve on how society is going on. The moment that the television turns on, flashes of her pictures appears.

"This is why I hate media. They keep invading someone's privacy to the extent of having no freedom to do what you want outside." she sat down on the sofa as she lays her back.

"But what I hate the most about media is, they control public. They control people's mind. They control everything. What's worst is, people are blind."

I watched the television trying to understand her sentiments. I never thought that she thinks like this. It was her on the television reportedly missing.

"People are finding you." I said. She rolls her eyes and scuffled her two arms.

"Yeah. They keep tracking my every movements where infact, they can focus on society's prior issue. Like, can't they see? Their are too many issue rather than our business."

"Like what?"

"Learn to open your eyes, you will see. Don't be blinded by what media let you see."

"But you're missing on the news. Should I take you home?" She was taken back on my question. Many people are looking for her. I  am sure that her parents are looking for her too.

"I don't feel like home." She said. She turns off the television and stares at me. I caught her eyes that is really so overwhelming to be stared. Those gray eyes scream power yet calmness. Cold yet too fragile. She was about to reach for my hair when I turned my gaze away.

"Why?" She asked me.

"Don't lay even your finger tips to me." I said. I just don't want to invade her personal memories without her permission like what I did earlier to save her. It wasn't my intention to have a glimpse of her past and I still respect her privacy.

"Do I look like I will hurt you?" She exclaimed. I bit my lower lip finding words to utter. I am sure she'll be shock knowing that I am not ordinary human. No.

I am not human.

"I don't want to invade your privacy." I replied. I turned my back and decided to move on to the kitchen to have a glass of water. But still, she follows me.

"I don't get you."

"You don't have to get me."

"But why?"

"Just..."

"As if I will vanish if I touched you." She rolls her eyes and I was shock when her hands touched my arms. Memories are flashing to my mind. A child crying, a parents fighting, a loud shot of gun...it feels heavy. Due to the reaction, I accidentally pushed her to stop the memories flashing into my mind.

Because I am sure, she doesn't want someone knows her private life.

"You cannot touch me because I can read your memories. I can read what's going unto your mind every time my skin touches yours." She looks confused on what did I say and that confusion turns into hilarious reaction when she started to laugh like she heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You're insane. No wonder you're alone."

I don't know but I felt a little bit insulted by her words like I said a greatest lie. This is why I don't trust myself to someone since I don't know if they could be trusted. My eyes did not break gazes to hers. I want to stare on her eyes furthermore to make her feel I am not spilling lies here.

She coughs before saying, "If you can read my mind, what did the last word I thought before I step into the water?"

I heaved a deep sigh as I move forward and whispers, "No one will remember I existed."

And with that words, I knew I made her believe my words. I look back unto her face and stared to her eyes again. This is the first time I saw her being overwhelmed by herself. I saw her eyes screaming she needs someone to be her invisible circle of protection. And this is the first time in my life I heard my heart beats loudly screaming only the woman with a cold deep gray eyes in front of me. And the mountain I made to isolate myself moves. I can only hear her breathings and her distance was really close to me. She closed her eyes before saying, "Can you be my sanctuary?"

That's the moment I felt my life is being connected to someone that when the other one dies, the other one will mourn.