In gears of 'pacifism' : Lightè-zero

Chapter 8 - A responsibility (Special chapter)

Me – Uh....You really can?

Reece – Why not! I'll take her care! She's not alone, I'll be with her. You can take care for your date. Also, I am getting along well with Zap. I'll stay here then. After coming back, tell us how your date went.

Me – Oh. Really, many thanks. You are really the only one I can rely in such times! Many thanks!

Reece – Always appreciated! Well, good luck with Grace then! Prepare yourself for the ultimate test!

Me – Huh, the toughest test? Just hope for the best!

As I got myself into preparation, still in my heart there was a feeling of disagreement relating to Grace's thinking. There should be some way to clear it. So much to think about.....yet again I start to think about, what is the message from my dreams?

A destination of marriage, and outside its zone was a wasted battlefield. Even though, I was only able to see it just once in my dreams, just like a glance as my dream was more focused in our talks. What was the message of that very small part? It does sure wants to tell me something!

It will keep me worrying.....and I need to walk forward ahead of this now. And right now, the time forward means....Grace. A point which more or less scares me out for a moment. Understanding her.....no, understanding the 'Her' is much of a challenge here for many reasons. Well.....head for the battle!

This time, I specifically took my car.....last time it was too very shy to take a superbike.....for many reasons. In many ways, I just want to make out alive from there. For real....I did reach on time, waited outside the doors as the same moment she came up. Taking our seats.....she had a first question for our talks.

Grace – So, I am glad that you came up on this date even after a tiring day in your boss's marriage. So, how was the day for you?

Me – My day? Well, it started with a nightmare like dream, then been forced to wake up by a water attack made by our house's caretaker......falling down the bed and also getting shouted for forgetting a certain point which I actually didn't forgot.....this was just the start. Well.....*Smiles

Grace – That smile! Haha.

Me – Ah, this smile do describe a lot about how epic tiring my day was! Rather I do say real weird! Well, how was your day?

Grace – Umm....kind of busy in work, and then thinking. Lots of things. One thing I see, you are acting more free in talks than earlier. And I am happy about it. More like coming your anxiety?

Me – Anxiety? Me? Did I tell you I had anxiety?

Grace – I may be a cardiologist, but it's just common knowledge of psychology. You got problems with socialization right?

Me – Well....yes. And it became more anxious to me due to my rough voice.

Grace – Rough voice? Last time you said you had a little rough voice due to your sickness, but I didn't feel your voice rough though. Not even now.

Me – Uh...really?

Grace – Well yes. Who said so? Your voice isn't really rough though.

Me – My school teacher once had told me that my voice is little rough and I may have social problems ahead with this tone, so I need to take my cautions. So I always used to speak low, most of times avoid talks.