Chapter 97 - Part 2: Our time together (1/2)

Seated comfortably on a huge bus with no air condition, the two are the only passengers. Helen's ankle has been bandaged properly in a small clinic just before the bus station.

The mellow music occupied the whole trip.

Wise men say only fools rush in~

Indeed, Logan believed that love is only for fools, yet Hannibal argued otherwise...

His hands covered Helen's as the wind gently passes through them.

But I can't help falling in love with you~

'Ever since you came, you rocked my whole world Celestia...turning my everything upside down.'

Shall I stay?~

' Should I continue to stay with you ? Or give you back to the place where you belong'

Would it be a sin~

If I can't help falling in love with you?~

'If falling in love with you is a sin, then I've already committed a crime hundreds of times'

'What can I do? It's not like I chose to fall deeply for you'

Hannibal heaved a long sigh, although it is his request to play this music and to rent a bus instead, he can't help but feel this sadness lingering in his heart. It screams to not let her go, to keep her. The emperor of the Ainiligary empire was torn, he was not exactly a good person, he had some people killed and sometimes, he even does it with his own two hands. Like anyone, he is a wounded person but having these little hands-on his, it calmed his raging self.

"The song is great..." Helen said enjoying the ride. Her enthusiasm did not lessen from being tripped over a while ago if not, it even increased her joy. Being carried on those big firm arms, anyone would envy a lucky woman like her.

"What's the title of it?" she questioned, feeling the warmth from Hannibal's hand.

"Hm, can't help falling in love with you" he diverted his eyes elsewhere, careful that he would mistakenly confess his long-held secret.

Inhaling the fresh air, Helen gave off a loving smile, intertwining her hands on his, she wishes for that moment to lasts forever.

All her memories revolved with Hannibal on it, from the moment she went berserk, to normal, to hysterical again and to calm, Hannibal was there to give her the comfort she longed to have. Those gray eyes that showered her with an assurance that she's not alone, that there is someone whom she can always lean on.

Two years had passed by...

Two years with no memories of her whole life.

One would think that it was easy to live not recalling anything about your life, but they were so wrong. Helen grieved every day, most of the time, she even scarred herself in the process, cutting her wrists when the thoughts inside her head get the best of her.

It's a scary thing, to not recall who you are and what happened in your life in those years you lived.

She remembers it vividly, how Hannibal snaps her out of it every time she gets hysterical...

"Don't hurt yourself anymore please" the man who always stood tall begged the woman who is slumping on the floor.  He shakes both of her shoulders, trying to find her emerald eyes...however, what surprised him is that Celestia's eyes no longer spark, it's as if looking at a dead man's eye--lifeless, cold and numb.