Ablackwing

"I remember you!" I exclaimed and moved back a little in shock.

"What do you mean?" he was startled when he heard me. He probably was wondering why I said it.

"I remember you," I said again. His eyes widened. Those eyes of his were as expressive of his inner thoughts as his facial expressions. A slight twitch in his lips wasn't unnoticed to my eyes. He cried when he realized that I didn't remember him. Shouldn't he be happy that I remembered him? Such a weirdo.

"I've seen you before." I continued.

"Where?" he questioned.

"In my dreams. I've seen you in my dreams. Not just once or twice but countless times."

"What do you remember? I mean what did you see in your dreams." he words followed in an instant.

"I see dreams that a child, almost this tall," I set my right hand midway in the air to show the height. "That child walks away from me and white wings comes out of his back. He then flies towards the sky and disappears within the cloud. That child had silvery white hair with bangs, wearing a black coat. And his smile was exactly like yours. It was you, wasn't it?"

"So, you don't see anything else, in your dreams?" he asked, still curious about it.

"Nope! I would have told you already if I did remember anything else." Though I sort of lied. I didn't tell him that that kid was hugging me. But it was kind of embarrassing to tell him. "It was you, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, It was me." he nodded and a couple of tears escaped his eyes, again. He was such a crybaby. There wasn't anything to cry about this time.

"I apologise for being like this." I could feel the sincerity in his apology. I guess no man will cry like a baby in front of a woman for no reason. He must have his own reasons. Such a stupid fellow. "I'm just happy that you remember at least something."

"So it actually happened!? We have met before?"

"Indeed."

I was twelve when mom and dad found me wandering alone in a forest. They had gone hiking and I stumbled right in front of them out of nowhere. Actually, it was Lucy who saw me first. They soon realized that I had amnesia as I didn't remember anything except my name. They searched for my parents for the next few days but they couldn't find anyone. My parents took me to a hospital to check for any internal injury where they were informed that my amnesia may never be cured.

Instead of handling me to the authorities, they brought me to their home. Lucy didn't want to let me go. They did a lot of things for me even though I was a stranger. I gave them a lot of trouble but they never complained. They searched for my parents for months and in the end, they officially adopted me.

At first, I was still shy and reserved but they showered me with so much care that I eventually opened myself to them. All these years, it never felt like I was adopted. I never looked back or tried to imagine how my life was before I lost my memories.

But knowing that I had met a real angel before I had amnesia was shocking. I became curious for the first time about the kind of things that I might have experienced. But why was the memory of this angel only thing that came in my dreams? Why not the rest and this angel alone?

I guess there was something about him. Something special.

"So what's your real name, angelheart?" he asked in a gentle voice. By that time, his tears had disappeared.

"You don't know my name? But I thought you knew me by the way you keep crying while looking at me." I felt a little down. I had hopes that he could tell me about how I was.

"Well, our meeting was short and... You didn't tell me your name back then. That's why I gave you a nickname."

Nicknamed me angelheart? But I was just an ordinary human!

"I'm not telling."

"But why?" he asked and furrowed his brows. His bewildered expression was really funny.

"Because there's something exist that is known as manners. You tell your own name before asking the other person for theirs."

"I didn't know that... But to be honest, I don't have a name. You see, I can't tell even if I want."

"You've got to be kidding me. You must have a name. Everyone does. You can't be nameless." He can't be, can he? Are angels nameless? The thoughts echoed in my mind.

"I'm not kidding. So my dear Angelheart, will you please tell me your name. Pretty please, with a cherry on top." He said with that innocence on his face and a smile reaching his ears. He gave me that look kids give when they want candy. It was unbelievable how childish he was at heart even when he had grown to be such a handsome a.d.u.l.t.

"I'm Eve. Eve Riza."

"Eve." He repeated with his eyes closed. As if he was trying to take it all in. My name is small and he didn't need to understand it or take it in the way he was doing.

"You've got a beautiful name Eve, just like you," He said with another wide smile.

"Why thank you. So angels don't have names?"

"They have. But I do not."

"How come? What do your friends call you? They must have given you some sort of nickname. Just like you've given me."

"Umm... I don't have friends. But those people call me many things. And you won't ever use them." He smiled awkwardly.

"Tell me! Pretty please with a cherry on top. Or two cherries. If not enough, as much as you like." My words brought another smile on his face. Perhaps that's what we all call a blissful expression.

"I'll tell you later. Because I think that I'm going to pass out soon. Sorry."

"Why would you pass out? You seem in a good shape." I enquired. He was talking to me normally.

"I'm not healed completely yet. That fall took out a lot from me. It's hard to explain exactly and I'll tell you about this later too. But I'm gonna be alright after some more rest."

"Ok if you say so." I was happy that he was going to be alright. He made me really worried before when he got a fever and he won't wake up. "Do you need to eat something? You haven't eaten for days."

"It's ok. I don't require any food right now. I'd eat tomorrow." I soon realized that he had instantly become tired. His eyes were not as wide as before. It was like he was faking being alright all the time he talked to me. He wasn't kidding when he said he isn't fully healed. "By the way, did you feed me some coffee?"

"Yeah, I did. How do you know that?" For some reason, it was embarrassing. Blood rushed to my face. I knew I was getting red.

"I could taste it on my tongue. Coffee remnants. I just wish I was awake to taste that delicious coffee."

"It wasn't exactly that good," I replied modestly but inside, I was dancing in joy with his compliment. That was the best coffee I had made in my life and an angel testified on it!

"You don't know anything about taste. It was really delicious. You can taste it again if you want." he slightly opened his mouth to poked out his tongue and then he smirked. My heart raced upon realizing that he had asked me to taste by kissing him. I felt the heat radiating out of my face. That idiot. Why was he mocking me like that!? I wished I had not given it to him at all.

"Umm... Can I ask you for a favour?" he said with his eyes looking down and a faint smile. His fingers c.a.r.e.s.sed the blanket.

"I guess so." I could at least listen to whatever thing he might be thinking.

He leaned forward as if he wanted to whisper something in my ear. I got closer to him too so I could listen.

"Hold me tonight... Angel Eve..." He softly cooed and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder. Angel Eve. It sounded really nice and brought a smile on my face. I soon realized what favour he had asked me.

'Hold me tonight'

He wanted me to hold him the whole night?

"What?" I questioned but he didn't reply. I pushed him away. His head moved back but his arms were still wrapped around me. I realized that he had really passed out

Now that was quick...

I wondered if I should do as if he asked me. Even though he was still holding me in his arms, I could have opened them up and get out of his grasp. His head appeared lifeless and it fell to the side. I placed it right over my c.h.e.s.t. He hugged me tighter while sleeping as if he was afraid I'll run away. It brought back memories when I was a child and used to sleep near mother. I decided that I'd stay with him for a while. Staying the whole night with a stranger wouldn't be appropriate.

I made myself comfortable inside the blanket. I turned off the lamp and rested my head on the pillow. He was below the pillow but leaning against me. I saw his pretty tranquil face. He looked so alluring from that close. My face got red again when I realized that I was laying so close to a man in bed. But it didn't feel as repulsive as I thought it would. It instead felt... sweet... It felt warm.

I had to clean the dinner table, but I stayed there. I had to wash the dishes, but I stayed there. I had planned to read for a while, but I stayed there. I wanted to double check the lock on the main door, but I stayed there.

At that moment, it felt like he belonged right there, next to me...

At that moment, it felt like I belonged right there, in his arms...