Reborn (Open PO)
He Is
"This is definitely no longer the human world," inner Emely. Eyelids without the shade of the eyebrows were moving slowly, the sting of pain crept into what else when he started to open the net. The lick of the flame must have scorched his body. Scornful sound, blasphemy from the Marvin family withering buana on the head, suddenly asphyxiated the chest.
The darkness and the freezing of the air reinforced Emely's conjecture, he was no longer human. Never expected the tragic way he left the earth. Regrets abound in the chest, if he can defend himself, if his legs can run faster, if his fat body is able to thwart all those plans.
Marvin, does he feel lost? How is their marriage? How is the fate of his family? They must be in mourning. Could it be that her fiance was packing her up, crying like when Emely suddenly entered the hospital from food poisoning? That memory aroused an unstoppable longing, full of out of the vessel of his heart.
The impact sound of brick-soled shoes with wooden floors fills the air. Emely's body jolted, at this moment she only felt warmth in the back area. The creaking of the door opened up after him, still with the same footsteps getting closer. One color blinking of different rooms. Tired of the light striking Emely's pupil, he had to blink several times, before closing it very tightly, afraid to see who was coming, not to mention the scent he hated so much sniffed. Cigarette. For Emely, male smokers are not good men.
The footsteps were now pulled over by his side, Emely's mind was getting disturbed, his breathing was held back so as not to be caught his fingers quivering in fear. A cold touch touched his lower lip, continuing to spread to the right cheek.
"Open your eyes, don't think I don't know you're awake." The cold voice of the baritone hit Emely's hearing.
Hands behind a blanket. Emely swore she would not open her eyes until the man walked away. The statement abated for a moment, a warm gust of breath so close to his face.
The black glasses became the scene that Emely's eyes caught so open. There was barely any distance there, but quickly the jet-black-haired man distanced himself.
"I guess our efforts will be in vain" said the tall man.
From the corner of his eye, Emely saw the man in a black woolen shirt smoldering cigarette smoke into the air, then after turning back on Emely, he turned off his cigarette quickly.
His mouth began to move, wanting to throw out a thousand and one questions. Where is he at the moment? Why is he here? Who is this stranger? If this is a hospital, where is there a hospital that hangs a crystal lamp in the patient's room? Or is he stranded in another country?
"Don't force yourself to talk" the man asked, "the wound on your face has not healed completely, the slightest movement will slow healing or even aggravate your condition."
The bitter saliva slumped in Emely's throat, the man clasped back to Emely's side. His knuckle touched his cheek again. Emely's men explored her face, pale skin, high nose, and strangely she had red lips that were rarely found in male smokers. If without those goddamn glasses, it's clear he's the perfect creature.
"You're in my house" he said again, giving an answer to Emely's question, as if he had clearly grasped the woman's thoughts. He turned his face to the velvety blue curtain on the window. "I found you here in the corn field, next to the barn that was charred to ashes. I had to bring you here. This is not a hospital and I am not a doctor. You don't need to know my name. At first the chances of your life were very small, but you were stronger than I imagined. I hope you recover soon."
Emely wanted to nod, a cast in the neck area broke his intention.
"Close your eyes again, poor girl. Tomorrow you'll feel better."
Upon returning to look at her helper look, Emely closed her eyes, she could feel the blanket on her rise, covering her body.
All this attention takes him to the past, he recalls with Marvin, the man he loves the most.
