The Flicker: Amnesia

Erasing everything that is not you.

Forget me before I know you.

Get rid of everything that is not you.

Only you can be seen in my eyes.

Can't remember anything before you.

"I want him."

"Tonight."

Podd touched a button on his phone's screen and the line was abruptly cut from the Bluetooth device planted in his left ear, giving no room for objection for the person on the opposite line. He slowly put down his hand that was holding the phone to rest on his thigh before he looked outside the car once again. He watched as the little creature moved happily inside the dirty box placed some metres away from the road's shoulder. His heart beat unusually fast at the sight. Both hands unconsciously gripped hard on the suede-covered phone it turned white, an unheard question rang in his ears,

"Who are you?"

When I open my eyes, it's different now.

It becomes a new world.

You trapped me.

You took away everything.

The usually filled with tables room was almost empty now - only a square one, in moderate size, for two was placed at the centre of the space that could behold maybe another hundred people in it. A number of highly sought after artworks were hanging on the wall which painted in ivory, complimented by distinctive ornaments from the renaissance era. I. Andantino, e con espressione by Baldassare Galuppi was played in the background, enhancing the already luxurious atmosphere a level higher. White silky cloth spread under silver cutleries and ceramic plates that were neatly placed in the most appropriate manner, two tall glasses; one was filled with the most expensive white wine in the house, and the other remained empty - waiting for its owner. Despite the bright lighting, there was a votive chandelier hanging right above the table, holding five aromatic candles, somehow giving another form of warmth for souls which would be seated below it.

Podd sat straight on his seat in his usual calm and composed manner; right knee above the other, both arms rested while his hands met and intertwined near his middle. Wrapped in pristine black suit head to toe, a more black satin shirt under with two buttons left unbuttoned. His eyes were set onto the empty seat across him, brain was busy conjuring any kind of events that could be happened later. He was one who never went without a plan. And when he planned something, it hardly fell outside of his frame. Simply put, this man always got what he wanted.

Yet, something about tonight made him especially nervous. No, not that kind which made you trembled in anxiety. It was more like, how should he describe it? like he was triggered? Yes, that should be right. He had never wanted something so much in his life. Well, most probably because he had everything - even those which he didn't need - and usually, people would give even before he asked. But then again, something about tonight made him unsure he didn't even realize his right hand had moved onto the table, point finger repeatedly tapping near his wine glass. His patience was wearing thin.