My Guardian Angel 5

Before anyone else was up, I tiptoed into the bathroom. There was no sign of human moving in the third floor. The bathroom size was almost equalled to my own home’s bedroom. It was almost dawn when I was about to come out from the bathroom. At the moment, I heard someone was knocking on the door. “It’s me.” He said in a low, stern voice. I opened the door and left a small gap to peek on him. Then, without warning, he pushed the door forward with force, so he could come in. “Can’t I have some privacy?!” Once I finished my line, he used his fingers as a clipper to shut me up. “Hmmp muh muh muh!” I tried to speak but this was the best I could do. He pushed something soft into my hand. And, I examined it. It was a dark blue gown. I looked at it for a while. “Well, what are you waiting for? Quick, get changed.” He said in a harsh voice. Before he went back out, I questioned him. “Aren’t we supposed to go to school?” “I took care of that already.” Then, he left the room. It took me a long time to restart my heart and wore the gown. It was of excellent silk. As I walked out from the bathroom timidly, he scanned me from toe to head. I could feel him glancing at me discreetly as the gown exposed my shoulders and my bosom. “Thank you for being so supportive!” I said impatiently when his stare was set upon my bosom. “You are certainly welcome. By the way, we matched!” He smiled at me in admiration. Then, I noticed he was brightly attired in a handsome navy-blue suit, with a watch chain and a white neck-tie. He was perfectly wearing a straight pantsuit. We waited in the main garden patiently. Then, a long black chauffeur-driven limousine came to our sight. A short chauffeur got down first and opened the door. After that, I saw a man. He was better than six feet tall, unsmiling, blue-eyed, blond-haired, with a crooked nose and his slender figure were almost the same as Edward. He was wearing a cravat in the continental

style along with his suit. And no doubt, he must be Carlisle Cullen. Three business-looked guys came down from the car after him. At last, a caramel-coloured hair that is tall and statuesque came along side-by-side with Carlisle. They were both tall leggy couple. “Good morning, Mr. Cullen, Dr. Cullen and gentlemen.” I greeted to them while Edward nodded steadily at their direction, while squeezing my hand hard. Carlisle lit a cigar as soon he reached the main door, then his wife snatched it out from his lips and threw it onto the floor. “IT KILLS!” She shot him a disapproving look. Then, he looked at her with a sad, dull look. “Father. Mother.” Edward greeted and bowed. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Carlisle said to Edward, while staring at me in the corner of his eyes with a little bit disgusted look at me. “Good morning. My name is Isabella Swan. Please to meet you both, Mr Cullen and Doctor Cullen.” I introduced myself as politely as I could and then, bowed like Edward did. “That was first.” Esme smiled thoughtfully at me. Then, Edward bent to my height and whispered, “She likes it, don’t worry.” We ate breakfast at a shady nook in the rooftop garden. Shafts of bright sunlight kissed the flowerbeds. There was an affable sandy-haired fellow in his late sixties who first introduced himself to me among the others. “Miss-Future-Cullen, may I introduce myself as Mr. Carlisle Cullen’s manager, John Carter. These two are my shy friends.” All of them grinned except Carlisle and Edward when they heard him mentioning me as ‘Miss-Future-Cullen’ and I flushed.

“Better still introduce yourself as a fortune-teller, Carter.” Carlisle said to him seriously. “Please, father. He was just trying to lighten up the dull mood.” Edward tried to defend Carter but failed when Carlisle shot him an angry look. I was stunned and in a confused state of mind at Edward’s dad. Edward placed his hand on my lap as a silentmood, comfort sign. It was silent for a moment, and then I spoke first. “Hi, Mr. Carter, I am Edward’s friend, Isabella Swan, but do call me Bella.” As soon as I introduced myself, he pointed to a short and heavy guy, but had a pleasing face and said, “That one over there is Mr. Lawrence Hopkins.” Then, he continued to point to a 5 feet tall and thin guy with a receding hairline that elongated his face perfectly. “That skinny one is Mr. Robert Dawnson.” After that, we continued our conversation while enjoying the morning mist. I sensed Carlisle was getting happier and I was relieved. As the defensive invisible wall around him was losing down, he talked with characteristic affable. It was like an endless conversation as they never stop talking about the economical-crisis. Esme shook her head and left the breakfast earlier. Even though the conversation sounded very boring, but I soaked up the events and information like a big sponge. Eventually, I will comment a bit, but not too much because I was too afraid Carlisle wouldn’t like it. Edward looked at me in admiration and Carlisle murmured, “You are an interesting girl, Bella. I was wrong about you.” “I told you, father.” Edward aforementioned, then, John exclaimed, “She is the first girl to break the record!” Edward groaned and shook his head, and then the cubby guyLawrence noted, “3 hours and 20 minutes.” “Is it true?” Carlisle asked interestedly. “Yup...Approximately 3 hours 20 minutes 10 seconds.” Robert smiled gracefully.

“Now, since she broke your lame record, may I excused myself and Bella?” Edward asked his father. “Sure...sure, leave us here. I am sorry for my earlier dishonour towards you, Bella.” Carlisle said to us and whispered something to Robert. “It’s ok, Mr. Cullen. I am already used to it.” I said politely to him. “You meant many people treated you like I did just now?” Carlisle asked in amusement. Before I could open my mouth to answer him, Edward admitted like a criminal. “I am one of them.” “Like father, like son.” Robert said to me with a big smile. “Well, thanks a lot, guys, for entertaining me in such a graceful way.” I looked to each of their faces. Each of them nodded to me and waved when I followed Edward leaving the shady nook. “Thanks a lot, Bella.” Edward said and kissed me as soon we were alone. I felt uncomfortable when he called me that, maybe it was because I was already used to the nickname he gave it to me: Sugar. We were walking towards the library, preparing to do revisions. I must say Edward’s Biology was improving. He successfully scored C for 3 sets of paper that I set to him. But, I was unsure about my Add Maths. I was still mixing the steps and sometimes I will knock my head on the table so hard that Edward laughed quietly. I didn’t realize time passed so fast until Carlisle came into the room and joined our studies. He was much more powerful than Edward in Add Maths. He could easily check the paper without referring to the answers sheet. He also showed me an easier way to answer the question which helped me a lot. When we discussed about Biology, Carlisle carelessly fall asleep on the comfortable leathered arm chair. He snored so loudly that both of us laughed.

Then, it was dinner and my mum came to join the little party. Sadly, Phil couldn’t manage to accompany her, so she was the alone one among the couples. She never stopped looking from me to Edward. * “Only one name on the list: Edward Cullen?!” Our English teacher, Madam Janice nagged non-stopping at us. It was all about the stupid drama: Midsummer’s Night Dream. She had been trying to recruit members for English play all day long. However, we didn’t listen to her, but chit-chatting to each other. I sat quietly at my place, while scribbling some mentalnotes I made earlier into my notepad. “Very funny... Any volunteers?” Mdm. Janice mused dreamily again. None of us moved and talked at that moment, it was very tense. “Very well then, let’s see who the lucky one is.” Once she finished her sentence, she pointed her pencil from the first row to the third, then, she stopped at me. I didn’t notice her pointing at me until my ex-girl friend, Lauren shouted, “You, rubbish junky! Look up, ‘Lucky One’.” I looked up and straight into Mdm. Janice’s eyes and started to think: I couldn’t believe this. I finished every homework she setnot like the lazy bunch-, attended to all periods without ditching any and got best grade like usual. And then, she wasn’t satisfied at all, setting me up with that crazy freak in the English Drama. I wondered if she was another kind of matcher, like Mr. Banner. I hated when people did this to me, I meant what did I do wrong? “Yes, you, Miss Swan.” Everyone’s eyes were upon me, so did Edward’s. He was sitting two rows in front of me. After picking few more “lucky ones”, Mdm. Janice told us to write an essay about William Shakespeare. I hoped she will let us choose the character in that idiotic drama, but she didn’t. I sat at my place

while dreaming. Suddenly, the bell went for the end of the lesson, and I was rescued from the nightmarish English class. I heaved a sigh when I was walking alone down to the parking lot. “Hey.” Edward said loudly. I dropped my eyes on the floor and kept walking. It was pouring with torrential rain. The raindrops were falling steadily onto my body. Soon, I was soaking wet. In sudden, I slipped and fell clumsily. Then, I heard roars of engine, after a while, a black van was splashing through the puddles. At the moment, Edward was helping me to stand up while my attention was fixed on the van, as two masked man came down. Edward and I stood there in a state of panic. They were very tall, then, one of them felled Edward with a single blow. He dragged him into the van. Without having a second thought, I screamed for help then the man came back to me and I was knocked unconscious. As I regained my consciousness, I was shivering with cold and tiredness. My wrists were tied together over my head. Then, I saw Edward; he was barely clothed as he was wearing a white singlet. I dragged myself and sat next to him, his bare arms and face were showing many prominent purple circular marks. I understood what they were: he had been badly beaten up. His consciousness was fading when I tried to ask him something. Two armed men-without wearing masks now-walked in with a loud bang as they slammed the door shut behind them. One of them had a pair of close-set eyes with fearsome and wide flattopped head. I wondered why they were kidnapping us. “Why are you doing this to us?” I asked him. “Do you know who the hell he is?” He stood at the corner. I didn’t make eye-contact at him, but stared at his feet. He was wearing an expensive oxford with dark blue trousers. “He is Edward Cullen, a friend of mine.”I answered back softly.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha, what else do you know about him, pretty girl?” He smirked at me with an evil smile on his face when I looked at him in the eyes. Instantly, I recognized this familiar face in a newspaper, and then, I remembered who he was: He was the infamous terrorist in Europe who just broke out the jail a week ago. “I...I...” I wasn’t sure if I should tell this man right before my eyes about Edward. Not because he looked like a bad man, but I knew he was one. So, I shut my mouth and then he began, “This young man has noble blood running inside his body!” I was confused and took a glance at the badly-injured Edward. I couldn’t believe by what the mysterious man just said to me. I do know that Edward had a big family history, but I wasn’t sure whether he was royalty. For simpler explanation, was his family related to a King’s family? I eyed the man dubiously and he left without another word. I held Edward’s hand in mine; his palm was smooth and as cold as steel. I was worried, panicked and shocked, suddenly, I heard him moaned. “Edward? Are you awake?” I shook him gently, trying not to hurt him anymore. His eyes flickered and blood was oozing down from his nose and mouth. He choked so hard that I thought his lungs would burst anytime. “I am sorry, Bella...” He said apologetically and coughed from time to time. I gazed at him and asked him a serious question. “Is it true that you are blue-blooded?” He nodded steadily and I dropped my eyes. Now, I understood why Carlisle didn’t like me that much at first. He was too afraid that I will expose his royalty issues to the Americans that didn’t know about this. Also, I learned the truth behind the deception of Edward saying that his parents weren’t at home most of the time, as they were having their honeymoon in Europe. So many lies, so many acting that I didn’t even figure them out. But, lived in them like a blind man.

He was incensed at the situation. “Bella, I am so sorry for not telling you this.” “Don’t.” I was so heart-broken. I thought him-Edward was different. I felt the suppressed memories flooding back, the pain hurting me again. I couldn’t resist that everyone I knew, except Renee was full of deceptions. They were so many things I couldn’t remember but strangely, I always can remember all these lies and deception formed in two-faced peoples. He paced more and more while I covered my ears, closed my eyes and hummed a smooth lullaby; totally ignoring his explanations. When I finally took a glance at him, he was wiping his nose and lips with his singlet roughly. “No!” I echoed. “What? I thought I was already invisible to you.” He tapped the side of his head. “Just let me see your nose.” I suggested to him then he laid his head on my lap. I observed his nose closely and realized it was broken. Without cautioning him, I “repaired” his nose. His eyes were misted with tears for the first time and I whispered to him “It’s different when you feel the pain than seeing someone hurting in pain, isn’t it?” “Thank you for explaining.” He touched his aquiline nose and then more blood was oozing out. Carefully, I took out a handkerchief from my vest pocket and pushed with all of my efforts onto his nose. “Oww! Damn it, Bella, don’t you have any secrets that you can’t tell anyone?” He said sadly. I didn’t answer him as I was struck by the sudden thought of my secret. It was the darkest secret that I, myself rejected to accept it sometimes: I was deeply, madly, and insanely in love with the person in front of me: Edward. But, I was too afraid to commit the truth, like I said; my love and hatred were in war. And, I knew that hatred was greatly outnumbered by love.

“Well, about me being royalty is like your secret. I always wanted to be an ordinary person like you, having fun, so in order, I kept this from you and everyone here.” He continued without stopping. “By the way, you don’t have to say anything, I know your secret-you love me.” My eyes were about to pop out and then, I remembered that I talked a lot when I was dreaming in nights. I didn’t look at him. It was very quiet and silent, then, I fell asleep. * “Please, I am begging you. It’s not her fault!” Edward was on his knees, begging with his pleaded eyes. I never seen him like this before, I was stunned. “Do what I told you and she will be a free bird.” The man said darkly. I was struggling so hard but I was embraced by a strong arm around my neck, causing me to choke with a gun pointing at my head. “I don’t waste my time, Edward.” He spat on him, and then Edward elbowed the man who was standing behind him. I wanted to tell him to leave me behind, run away as fast as he could. But it was too late in a sudden; a shot was fired by the head of the bad guys. “NO!” Edward shouted and sprang towards me. He was hugging me, protecting me. I sighed in relieve when I saw the men fled away. Then, Edward lost all his strength, pulling me down to the floor with him. I felt his blood flooding the floor. “I...I...Love...You” He breathed his last words to me before he vaguely became unconscious. * There wasn’t any beeping sound in the monitor; all it showed was a straight green line. I leaned slowly to him. Doctor Cullen, which is Edward’s mother, was still using the defibrillators on his chest. From time to time, the nurses around was starting to

slow down their actions, as they knew it was a failure rescue. One of them put a hand on Esme’s shoulder, whispered something- that I couldn’t eavesdrop- into her ears. She collapsed onto the floor and started to cry in grief, for a while, we were screaming “NO!” Then, miraculously, there was a beep echoing from the monitor. A speculative look came into our eyes; Esme quickly steadied herself, and continued to instruct the nurse to pump more oxygen for Edward. Slowly, the one beep noise accelerated into more beeps. I thanked God silently in my heart. Last minute, I was preparing myself to face the worst of my life without Edward anymore, then, the next second, I was crying in happiness. I understood all now; I was already in love him. The wars in my emotions were ended as hatred was defeated. Like anything else, love was the strongest feeling of all kind, and it was growing like a small plant in my heart already. After 5 long hours waiting at the lounge room, Edward was at last pushed in a wheelchair into a private ICU room. My steps grew larger as I walked myself towards the room. He was lying there, with lots of purple bruises on his barely clothed body, and a blood-stained bandage plastered onto his heaving right chest. I traced the lines between those strong muscles, then a weak icy palm held it. Big, fat tears were starting to roll down to my cheeks. My eyes were red from hours of crying. “Edward...” I bent myself closer to him and forced the three words out from my throat. “I love you.” No alone words could explain the feelings I was experiencing now. “Huh?” He pretended not to hear it when I whispered those three words into his ears. “I love you, Edward, I do.” I kept feeling his hard-broad chest with my fingertips and whispered those words again. A weak smile approached to his badly injured face after the abduction.

Then, the beeping of the monitor accelerated more wildly as he hugged me tightly into his chest and kissed me triumphantly. As I too, hugged him closer into my bosom, I could feel my heart, along with his, pounding in the same speed. After a few seconds, they slowed down into normal. Then, Esme came in. “Out! Out! Out! You are not supposed to be here, Bella.” She said jokily before running childishly to hug Edward. “And how would you explain me being here other than Bella.” Carlisle said. It felt awkward when Carlisle came to join the “Hugging-Party” too. Carlisle squared his shoulders and questioned me. “So, you know the truth now?” I looked at Edward for a while and he smiled to me encouragingly. “Yes, sir.” I stood to attention and saluted. Then, we beamed from ear to ear. Renee came at last. She cheered in relieve. “Oh, Thank God, both of you is alive.” “Mum...” I snorted with annoyance when she was kissing both of my cheeks again and again in front of Edward. He laughed gleefully until Renee ran frantically to kiss his forehead too. I sneered back at him, then, he carelessly fell off from the bed when he was trying to get rid of Renee in a polite way. Everyone dissolved into shrieks of laughter, while his fingers ran off in his messy hair. It was quiet when everyone left me and Edward alone in here. I watched him slept soundly after the nurse gave him some morphine pills. His chest was heaving steadily; I listened attentively to his snoring and the steady beeping of his heartbeat in the monitor beside the bed. Then, my heavy eyelids dropped and I fell asleep against his warm, hard chest. *

Someone was twisting my hair into a knot annoyingly. I was trying to get rid of it, but failed. I opened my eyes and groaned. Then, I had a walk down memory lane. I stretched and yawned lazily. He was wearing his round scholarly spectacles, with a book on his hand. The book was covering his face, then, when he couldn’t feel the weight of my head on his chest anymore. He lowered down the book and greeted me. “What are you reading?” I murmured dreamily. Then, something familiar held my attention. It was a book for the school play: Midsummer’s Night Dream. He snapped shut the book and held my hand firmly in his. He looked definitely cute with that pair of spectacles hanging on his nose. I smiled crookedly at the sight of him. He was confused; then, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me. Every time he kissed me, there were different kinds of feelings mixing in my emotions. This time my feelings were motivated by greed. As he inserted his tongue into my mouth, our tongues battled for a while. Sometimes, I will gently bit his tongue to satisfy my greed for love. After a long minute, he gently pushed me away from him and left a few inches distance between us. I leaned against his body, studying his strong handsome features; while he sat on his bed, fingering my face, saying nothing. His eyes were gleaming in the dark and there was a week’s growth of short cactus-like beard on his face. “You need to shave, Gorilla.” A truly memorable event drifted into my thoughts. I still remembered the day he wore a pair of boxer shorts and a cotton vest which exposed his hairy chest, hands and legs. Then, I nicknamed him as Gorilla. But, I am pretty sure his chest was pretty shaved up after the surgery. “Girls like hairy boys.” He stated out but he didn’t realize I was holding a razor and a small tin of shaving cream on my hand. I smirked evilly to him and he asked. “Where did you get that?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Then, I used all of my efforts to hold tight of his chin. I desperately masked him with shaving cream. It wasn’t neat at all as he struggled under my strength and slapped my face with a handful of cream. My face was full of cream-formed handprints. But I didn’t care; I shaved his face quickly without using any water. Thanks to the shaving cream as it was formulated to shave without moistening. I clapped my hand happily with a smug expression, while he was rubbing his face frustratingly. When Esme and a nurse came in to check Edward, they choked into laughter. Edward furrowed in his brow with confusion and asked for a mirror. He screamed in a girlish way and shaved again. As soon he came out from the bathroom, he walked like a bold masculine model with twinkling green eyes. The nurse couldn’t stop herself from taking glances of Edward. She even took her chances to flirt outrageously when she was cleaning his wounds. I was so mad and jealous, so I pinched him when the nurse didn’t notice it. Luckily, when Edward spoke some bad words to her, she stomped angrily out of the room. Esme was glaring angrily at him but forgave him later because he had a strong excuse. * Back to the school, Edward and I were busy doing preparations for everything. The ‘Lucky Ones’ which were picked by Madam Janice for the play were busy preparing ourselves by reciting the lines. For one thing I hated the most was no matter how many times I memorize the play every day, I still failed to act and recite at the same time. However, I succeed on one day after 2 sleepless nights, just because I had to reread the book again and again. The play will be held on tomorrow and thankfully, all of us were fully prepared. I was so tired of having rehearsal every day after school, and today was going to be last one. Madam Janice

was so satisfied and she prayed that her colleagues will praise her for this. Sometimes, I could only feel pity for what she was enduring: Her colleagues used her as a joke; students disobeyed her and was dumped by a filthy husband that had adultery. Bless her! Still, how could she make me to play this drama?! I was instructed to play Hermia without any choice, just because I was the ‘Lucky One’, while Edward got his chance to choose any character he wanted to play because he was a volunteer. With no doubt, he chose to act as Lysander. I was half glad and half scared. After 2 strong hours of rehearsal, I was totally exhausted. So, I decided to have a warm bathe at the school’s bathroom. The girls from the play never stopped praising how good Edward was in the play. Since he was being circled up by his fans again, I used this opportunity to have some private time, rather than “saving” him again. The hot-steamed water ran through my body and it felt so good. I scrubbed my body slowly with soap and let my body relaxed. I liked bathing because it gave me time to think or dream, and the most important part was I could have some privacy as I hated being the central of attention. Since Edward came, he enjoyed bullying me; now, he enjoyed accompanying me everywhere I went. And because of this, people will look at us, stare at us, and take a glance at us or anything. The major problem was I had become an issue of gossips in the dark side. I opened my eyes and thoughts were stroked at once. I closed the tap and dried myself with a tender cotton towel. I covered my body with it and walked towards the locker room (changing room). I took out a T-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans from the locker. As soon I got changed, I felt my cell phone was beeping in my pocket. I took it out and saw a picture was sent to me. The picture showed Edward was caught snogging Lauren. I felt like as if I was a piece of fine glass, and then, the message was

like a stone smashing the glass into pieces. I was shattered into thousands of pieces. I threw my phone into my backpack and ran towards the parking lot. Shit. I forgot that I told my mum not to fetch me early because I had to tutorial that stupid freak. I wanted to cry so loud, but controlled my emotions. I kept telling myself that it’s not true, but I can’t because I had seen the evidence with my eyes. I sat on a bench while reading the Midsummer’s Night Dream book at the parking lot. From time to time, people will whisper from ears to ears when they saw me. And then, I saw Lauren and her gang. “It’s my time, Junky. You are already a history.” She spoke proudly and was greeted by cheers of her gang. I ignored her totally and covered my face with the book. Then, she walked towards me and threw my book onto my floor. Shockingly, she stepped on the book again and again. I felt pity for her as I thought was she mad. I didn’t care much about the book as it belonged to Edward. After all, he deeply saddened me every time and I couldn’t even take revenge. However, this “friendlyhelping” ,mad Lauren “volunteered” to help me stepped on this book, so, I didn’t moved an inch but sneered at her reactions. She got angrier as I said. “Stupid-mad-cow, you don’t want to hurt your darling’s book.” As I finished my line, I laughed crazier and her gang looked at me, stunned. Lauren stomped her feet and slapped me. I wanted to punch her back as badly as I graduated from a karate learning class at the age of 14. I stood up and wanted to give her a tae kwon do chop, but a pair of strong arms gripped my waist at the back and stopped me. I was shouting in anger as the sight of that evil bitch-Lauren was fading. Then, when we arrived at the Botanical Garden, the strong arms let go of me. I turned around instantly. “What did you-” I stopped when I met his emerald eyes. Not again! It was Edward again. I tried to leave without another word but his hands were gripping my arm. I turned back to face him and slapped him. He didn’t defend himself but making

sure I was not leaving. Without cautioning him, suddenly, I shot out my right arm and landed a punch on his face. “Hurt me as much as you want, but please listen to me afterwards.” He said when he was on knees. I kicked him mercilessly and stopped after a while. “How could you!” I spat at him. “It wasn’t my fault!” He defended himself by shouting back at me in the same pitch of mine. “It’s not your fault?! Then, who’s? God’s? Mine? It’s yours, freak!” “SHE SNOGGED ME SUDDENLY AFTER REHEARSAL WHEN YOU LEFT! I DID REFUSE THEN HER FRIENDS WERE TAKING SO MANY PHOTOS, AND ALL YOU SAW WAS HER KISSING ME, BUT NOT ME REFUSING HER!” He shouted so loud then I left him standing there alone. * I could hear people chit-chatting down in the hall. Madam Janice was helping me up to wear the old-fashioned gown for the play now. I was still busy reciting the play again and again. As I was readied at last, I went out from the changing room. Mr. Banner was our speakerphone today. There were so many things that were going to be organized today, such as singing, choir, orchestra, dancing and drama. Normally, I will end up in the library on these days in the past few years, but it was different today as I was one of the actors in the idiotic drama. “Ladies and gentlemen, our English teacher, Mdm. Janice is going to present you a drama: Midsummer’s Night Dreams. Please welcome them!” And so, I could sense a devil fetching me to hell as soon the curtains were drew back. I could see many audiences sitting in the hall, maybe the whole school lot. The music began and we acted.

And then, the worst kind of devil was here: Edward. He was there, leaning closer to make a kiss scene with me. I wanted to reject him but I couldn’t. “I am not Edward, but Lysander.” He whispered before kissing me. Argh! I knew the meaning exactly. What he meant was he was kissing me as an actor and I couldn’t refuse it. He kissed me so wildly like a bloodlust in front of hundreds of audiences, parents and teachers. Some of them cheered, but mostly grimaced with disgusted voices. But, when his lips met mine, every voice was blocked from my ears. I couldn’t hear anything, but a lot of good memories I spent with Edward appeared in my mind. The way he “attacked” me with his evil lips when I was so in a bad mood. The way he defended me from his father when he dishonoured me at first. And the most important was he sacrificed himself when the terrorist was trying to kill me, even though his life was 100 times more important than mine to his country. It was the worst and the best moment of my life. The drama took 1 hour and 40 minutes. We bowed and there was tremendous applause when the curtain came down. I saw him approaching me and I lowered my eyes when his gleaming eyes met mine. I could feel my cheeks getting warm and I didn’t know what to do. “Oh, come on. Chin up!” He said when I still refused to look at him. My heavy breathing was all I could hear after a long while. When I finally decided to get changed, I turned around and headed towards the changing room. He was still standing there when I came out. He was changed too, in a casual T-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. I bit my lower lips and wondered whether I should go towards him or get myself out from here. I didn’t have the backbone to face him. At the end, I walked towards him. His smile was getting bigger when I was getting closer to him. When I was finally in front of him, he questioned me doubtfully. “So, do you still have the delusions of that incident thing?”

“I don’t know you are always giving me barefaced lies.” I said in a dull voice, still avoiding eye-contact with him. He laughed under his breath, and said. “Not always about one thing.” “Oh yeah?” Then he kissed me fiercely and the next second, I was clinging on him tightly. He was holding my jaw firmly with his white, arm hand. He was always salivating over the thought of kissing me. But, there were always a borderline. Not like other guys, he wouldn’t have sex easily. Maybe because this was his parents’ teaching. But, I was impressed. He was the one who kissed me first in high school, as the others were too afraid of my mum. Then, he parted his lips from mine. A tear traced a path down my cheek and then his lips parted from mine. “What’s wrong?” He asked me and wiped my tears with his handkerchief while I was sniffing. Like a dying deer, my heart was cut by him so many times, but it was always him who became my unicorn, to heal me back. I didn’t know what to answer him, so I didn’t talk when we walked together to the school’s ballroom. It was our school’s anniversary promenade concert. After those entertainments at the hall, people were eating, drinking and chit-chatting. There was a dance floor at the centre of the room. “May I have a dance?” He suggested after we ate alone, still not talking. He didn’t have the patience to wait for my answers, so he yanked me towards the dance floor and we begun to dance. We danced all night and the last dance was waltz. I accidently fell asleep on his shoulder when we were sitting on the bench in the parking lot.