Chapter 56: It’s getting cold lately
The next morning, I woke up to find Noah sleeping next to me. He looked so peaceful with his handsome tanned face. This peace and joy I felt inside made my entire situation feel so surreal.
I felt like this was a dream and I would wake up from it before long to find Noah gone.
If that happened, if I suddenly opened my eyes and didn’t find Noah or any trace of him, I feel I’d go mad.
Speaking of dreams, I had that strange dream again. The dream that felt like memories and it was longer this time.
I knew it was not my memories, and I wanted to conclude they were merely dreams, but they aligned too much to be mere dreams. So, they were memories but not mine.
Could they be Noah’s?
I had no idea but it was odd.
This time, it was the story of a teenager who had to survive in the woods alone for two years and in those two years, he lived with wolves. It was a miracle they did not harm him. He picked up on their survival instincts, how the Alpha controlled its pack, and how they reacted to threats from anything foreign.
I was in that body but the actions weren’t mine.
Then, why am I having these dreams? What is the essence of these dreams? If they were Noah’s memories, then why was I the one recalling them instead of him, who had lost all of them?
’Maybe I should talk about it with him later.’ I thought as I got down from the bed. My back was killing me.
I felt clean. Noah must’ve wiped me down after I fell unconscious.
Thanks to that, I didn’t need to worry about cleaning myself out. I wasn’t that good with it to begin with.
’I want to get an x-ray scan to see if the insides of my body have really changed.’ I thought as I took my bath. ’But I’m worried that they’ll think of me as a freak and call a lab to run tests on me. Just thinking about it makes my bones shiver.’
It would be good to know what my body had become but it was not a good idea to go to regular doctors.
Once Noah gets his memories, I’ll ask him if he has any special doctors that oversee the affairs of females and... I paused. After Noah gets his memories, I don’t think he would want anything to do with me anymore.
Well, he does have to repay me for taking him in, but I feel he’ll change completely from what I know now, and when that comes, he’ll simply throw some cash at my face and tell me to get lost.
I know I told him to just use me as much as he wanted because I needed him to satisfy my lust but that all ends as soon as he regains his memories.
He’ll need to go back to his old life and forget about someone like me.
"Fuck!"
The thought of it makes me feel so shitty inside. This was exactly why I wished for him to remain oblivious and without his memories for a while longer.
And I wished that when that time comes, I’ll be the one to get tired of him first. So that when he leaves, I won’t feel it at all.
I want to be able to move on and not be wrecked by his exit from my life.
I turned off the shower and sighed, taking up the towel and cleaning my face.
To think this was what my life would amount to.
Noah was still sleeping when I got out of the shower so I decided to take a short walk. Maybe I’d be able to clear my head then.
"It’s getting cold lately," I said as I looked up at the sky. It was already autumn and winter was around the corner. "Maybe I should start thinking about getting a job. I need to buy winter coats and get Noah a nice Christmas present. I... Want to spend the holiday with him."
The thought made my heart warm. I walked for quite a while and then stopped in front of a show glass for an expensive boutique. On display was a mannequin wearing a fine suit.
It looked good and just about Noah’s size. Noah would definitely look hot in this suit.
I imagined it and just as I thought, it looked great on him.
"Excuse me," someone called out to me, and I turned around to find a blonde-haired guy with blue eyes and dressed in a suit.
He looked hot. Not as hot as Noah, though, but still.
Someone like this and wearing a fine suit, too, wasn’t the kind you see often on the streets. And why did he approach me?
"I’m looking for someone," he said and I nodded.
If I could help, I would.
"He’s tall, tanned, very handsome. He has black hair and black eyes." As he described the person he was looking for, only one image came to mind. Noah. "Have you seen him around here?"
I gulped. It couldn’t be Noah, right? It wasn’t like there was only one tall Italian man who was tanned with dark hair and dark eyes in this country. Right?
It must be someone else. Yes, it wasn’t the man I know of.
’But could there be more than one man of that description missing at a time?’ That thought crept into my head and my conscience pricked me.
As much as I wanted to deny it, I knew it was true. I knew who he was looking for but I needed more proof.
The man looked at me, waiting for a response, and then looked at the show glass.
"Ah, I think his build is exactly like that of the mannequin or maybe a little bigger." He said and my eyes went bloodshot as I turned towards the mannequin.
My throat felt dry. Was he really looking for Noah?
"I don’t know but if you have a picture, maybe I could..." I prayed more than I ever did that the person he was looking for wasn’t Noah because I planned to keep him for a bit longer.
"Here," he showed me the picture on his phone.
The person on the phone stood tall and proud in a fine suit and in the middle of a press conference. That person was Noah.
