64 Where She First Laid Her Eyes (1/2)

Misha went back to her deep slumber. This time, she did not feel afraid, as she was accompanied by the man she met by the shoreline. He accompanied her for a while now and ever since, he did not speak a word to her. As usual, she could not clearly see his face. It's really blurred.

The man sat behind her.

He looked at her with undermined expression in his face. She, on the other hand did not look at him and constantly staring at the vast sea in front of her.

”I heard one of the voices that had been calling me this time. He called me his little wife.” she smiled as she was saying this. She actually felt happy with the pet name the voice called her.

The man looked at her then smiled. He suddenly stood up and grabbed her arm. They walked towards the water. The man let his body fell on the water leaving the shocked Misha behind. She wanted to find the man but she's afraid that she will drown. She's afraid of that thought.

But, how could she abandon him when he accompanied her during those times that she felt really afraid?

She submerged herself into the water.

She slowly opened her eyes to search for the man but there's no one under the water.

She panicked.

She swam upwards to get some air but the water got into her throat already. She struggled as she did not want to drown. Her whole body became tired of the endless struggle and she wanted to close her eyes.

But light shown brightly afterwards and her body was forcefully dragged towards it.

She gasped for air and fluttered her eyelids over at the unfamiliar ceiling. She looked at the surroundings. She stared at the open windows and the moon that was clearly shining over the skies.

Night. It was clearly night time.

The curtains was slightly blown by the soft wind and behind those is a tall silhouette that has been staring at the skies too.

His well-built physique is somewhat familiar to her. His dark hair that was played by the soft winds and those face that was clearly handsome is so familiar to her. She could not mistake it.

It's Lyndon. Her husband. The one she swore that she will have through thick and thin. The very man that has been patient enough to love her through all these years.

Tears trickling down from her eyes as she laid at his magnificent back. Silent tears that eventually turned into sobs.

Lyndon was staring at the moon intently. He silently wished to hear Misha's voice again. Or just her smile, it will do and will made his day.