Chapter 4

I waited outside Ms. Annesley's office. Mum went inside right after my therapy session ended.

I did not mean to eavesdropping but I was quite bothered about the situation that I created inside that room just a few minutes ago.

So I ended up standing outside her office and tried to hear if Ms. Annesley mentioned anything about what I did back there.

"I-Is s-she doing fine?" Mum asked worriedly. Although she seemed unaware of what she actually wanted to ask.

"Your daughter is doing really great. You don't have to worry about anything." Ms. Annesley replied assuredly. Judging by her tone it kinda showed that a huge smile was settled on her face as she assured my wellness.

I really idolized her because she never brought up how I reacted or why I was fond with darkness. She never provoked Mum to talk about my distress or my insecurities or anything which might help her to keep going or something that will help her to assume inside stories about me.

Since she was telling Mum how to not always remind me of my health issues, I started to walk away and roamed around the corridor.

She practically made her house into her work place. The house was separated into two floors. Her office and clinic was on the first floor and maybe on second floor her bedroom was situated with other rooms.

On first floor, there were 3 rooms. One her office, her clinic and another extra room. There were two nurse to help her out and a kitchen was right at the corner beside her office.

I liked how everything was placed. How perfectly it looked arranged. But I was sure about one thing that the house was clean only because the nurses help her out or maybe she had another helping hand.

I started to inspect the house more. Right then I bumped into someone. However, uneasiness hit me harder than I expected. Just in a second I could feel my hands sweating.

I couldn't look up. I stared down at the floor. Looking at the man's sneakers. It was blue and black mixed. The brand was probably Nike. Not probably, I was sure of it.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I muttered. Not sure if he heard me or not. He moved away from me and started walking away. I stood there, I did not move. What stopped me was this guy's scent. He was tall enough I could feel it when I bumped into him.

His scent was alluring and it made me tear up. Because it was the same scent. The same one he always used.

The same one I always sniffed. The same one I always told him to wear. The same one that made me fall in love.

I could feel my eyes burning cause I tried hard not to let my tears fall. I was even more shaken up that tears built up in my eyes. I thought I forgot to let it out.

I moved away from that place. But suddenly stopped in the midway again. I needed to see the guy who was wearing it. What if ..

If ..

If he could be...

Him?

Inside my head saying that made me feel like I'm a psycho. I laughed at myself. Then I stopped. I looked behind me. He was gone. I started to walk the opposite way. Realizing not a single tear dropped. I laughed again.

"Samaira!!" Mum yelled.

"Where were you? I've been searching for you. Oh God, don't go around without telling me where you are heading."

" It's okay Mum. No one's here. Somehow anxiety isn't attacking me." I replied.

She gave a legit pained expression.

"Let's just go home. God I can't bear your sadness anymore." I said further. This time made her laugh. I smiled a bit.

The sound of engine again made me exasperated. I pressed earbuds in my ears. Let music took me into another world. I could still smell the scent. I closed my eyes, the memories of him was still vivid. Now and then he  would always waver inside my memory.

"You...come close." I ordered.

He chuckled, "Are you demanding? Request hurry." He replied and stayed in his place.

"Will you come or want me to go?" I asked playfully.

"Sorry sorry. Here I'm, Miss" His intriguing eyes lit up.

I pulled him closer, gripped onto his collar, leading my face towards his collar. Burying my face and inhaling his scent. Slightly my face turning red. It was tempting, luring, enticing.

I had to stand on tiptoe cause he was much taller than me. Of course, probably everyone was taller than me. I was only 5'1. There he was 6'1 or so. I did not know how the hell I ended up with someone this tall and perfectly structured. No, not perfectly structured like 6 packs or 8 packs of abs. Simply structured with his family pack. The carves was beginning to show as he was working out often this days. You know what I mean.

"Quit being like a dog." He slightly pushed me away. His eyes looking down at me as he lowered down a bit. His eyes pierced into mine.

"You really like this cologne? Like that much?" He smirked.

I nodded. Unable to speak. More like my words just molded and dived and sunk into somewhere inside my head where I couldn't find. He softly kissed my forehead.  Wasn't at all my fault that his smell invaded my nostrils, drove me bizarre.

I opened my eyes. Looking outside the window, hoping for one more time, just fucking one more time.

For that smell to infringe my nostrils, drive me insane just one more fucking time.

With that all flooding thoughts inside my head, without noticing anything, just like in a flash Mum lost control and before I could say something or do something the car hits something, then

Everything blurred.

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