I remember running off the edge of the forest after his presence scared me off.
Suddenly, everything blurred, and I was surrounded by the darkness while the rain poured over the city, the forest and everywhere.
The next morning, I got up to my surprise, I wasn't in the woods but inside a room with wooden ceilings, but the walls were plain white, and the large window was covered with transparent white curtains.
I could see it is still raining, but I couldn't see the woods around me. I looked over the room and turned towards the bed to see if I was alone or not.
My loneliness lasted for exactly 1 minute when a tall body came towards me wearing a grey jumper cunts T-shirt, and black sweatpants.
He placed the tray across the table and then set the table beside the bed. I looked up to him. He is not youthful, but his face definitely glows even in his mid-forties; he still has some youth left in his fair skin.
He still looks strong and has perfect arm muscles. His face is fair, and he has a shave, even though people around his age keep beards, but he looks perfect without one.
I didn't touch the porridge or the water but waited patiently for him to speak. The minutes passed.
"Why did you bring me here?" I whispered, even though last night everything went blurred, but those eyes didn't fail to recall those moments and those nine words which raised my heartbeat to the highest.
"You remembered!" He leaned over the wall and took the black cup filled with coffee, sipping without any expression, looking down, not meeting my gaze.
"That's not the answer"
"That's not the question too"
I expected his cold replies, even though he is handsome, has power, but he still doesn't have the right to keep me under pressure.
I didn't say anything and waited for him to answer because he won't give me direct answers, so it's better if he says something from his side.
"The food is getting cold", he said after a long time.
"Answer my questions and I will definitely think about it" I am definitely being stubborn because I need my answers.
"This is my private cabin, and you hit your head on the branches of a tree. We were already so far from the cities that I couldn't get you near the hospitals, so I bought you here instead because this was close" Then, I looked over the bandage, which was lying on the bed sheets.
I wasn't interested in asking about the chapel thing, but then my mind couldn't resist the urge to clear the air.
"Chapel?"
"We have met before, the dreams you see are real", he spoke, finally meeting my eyes, looking at me.
"You didn't know it but yes
We met each other before
We loved each other before
We found each other before
We claimed each other before"
I looked down and thought about those mysterious men I see in my dreams. He's a celebrity. This cannot happen.
It's definitely a mistake, but how does he know that my dreams are filled with man?
"The chapel was the place where our wedding took place, the chapel is the place where your life ended"
I was horrified by the last three words, even though he is clearly talking about the events that took place in this city after I shifted a few weeks ago.
I always denied that it is just me being stressed or it's an idea for my creativity and project.
I didn't give any serious thoughts about my dreams until now, this moment made me sink deep.
He took long strides to get closer to me and sat on the bed, his hands sliding over my neck, holding my cheek.
My body didn't react with his touches, it felt warm and didn't indicate any strange or dangerous feeling, but it made me feel at home.
We were near to each other, but he didn't do anything, just stared deep into my eyes as if he was trying to recall memories through my eyes.
I shifted my gaze and then he loosened his hands while resting them over my thigh.
I was trying to breathe. The situation is tense overnight. I am linked with the most handsome celebrity, and now we are supposed to be past lovers.
My mind is about to explode, my situation is just like I am a volcano about to erupt.
The room was so quiet and calm that even though the vibrating phone was heard, just like the phone volume was set to 60-70.
Then he walked across the different room to receive, and then when the room was quiet, filled with loneliness, I screamed like I was in hell.
Because I am unable to take it in my mind, it's too much to resist and too much to handle.
Just then, he came slowly, and thank God, he didn't hear me screaming, but it's obvious that he didn't react.
"I am going out" he didn't give me that much information nor did he wait for my nod.
He left and I got up from my bed when I heard him walking out of the room, closing it without locking it.
He can be termed as a gentle man, but right now it's not my time to think about him, but to clear my head.
I looked at myself and my clothes neatly folded on the chair beside the shelf. I got up and saw that he was wearing his oversized shirt for a second. I held my mouth. Did he?
I walked out of the room looking over the large hall set with beautiful furniture. The warm feeling and the beautifully designed woods.
"Oh god, it's not time for me to admire his so-called cabin with luxury," I sighed, then changed into my hoodie and pants, leaving a note.
Then, carefully, I escaped from that place, even though I was not trapped or held as a hostage, but that moment my mind was trapped in twists and tales which are supposed to be real.
I took the cab and walked out of the cabin after following the narrow road, which led me to the cha. Then, a little further, I found the city.
I hailed a cab and went to my apartment, packing my things, because right now I need air.
"Hey, send me I am flying today!" I dialled a number and then drove across to the airport far off the city.
I looked over the glasses, walked over the counter, and then boarded the flight to northern Iceland.
"I am sorry!" I whispered even though I shouldn't be but something made me feel guilty.