I gingerly took my latte from him and thanked him. New country, new life, new people; I had to make as many acquaintances as possible. The local librarian, the people at the closest cafe, the weird couple next door with lots of birds; all of them were people in my sphere now. They were now, my people.
"9 O'clock. I should head back to the library. I have piles and piles of work." I complained to him.
"'Take care then" He smiled warmly. I smiled and turned back quickly, hoping that he didn't see me blush. I strongly believe the rush of blood was due to his blue eyes. It could also be because of his devastatingly beautiful chocolate brown hair; but hey! It's just me speculating. And I speculate on a lot of things; like what exactly goes down in a cocoon? Why do people make a wish when a star 'falls down'? Why does Italian food taste so damn great? And I believe in a lot of things. I believe that good things happen to good people. I believe that Coca Cola has been the greatest invention of humankind till date. I also believe that I should stop smiling to myself after about 3 minutes of meeting Mr. Blue eyes.
Reminding myself that my 3 minutes were up, I stopped on the sidewalk to call for a cab.
Before I could motion a cab to stop, I jerked in my spot suddenly. There was a deafening noise coming from nowhere in particular. With that came a pressure field, like a pulsating wave of force pushing through. It hit me like a truck, head on; and I was stunned like a deer caught in headlights. Next couple of moments occurred so rapidly that I could not assemble my senses to react, at the same time, occurring so slow that I took in every last bit of it. Within a fraction of second, I was airborne, and the very next I was thrown down on earth like an lifeless rag doll. Arms flaying, I hit the ground where the force field directed me. Friction overcame force and I lay there, unable to breathe; too shocked to make a single coherent sentence.
My head felt like someone had stabbed it till the very core. My heart was beating so fast, it was almost painful. If I could, I would have pulled it out of my throat where it was seemingly causing a damn ruckus. All I could hear was a loud static, a radio static. It was as if going through one ear and coming out of the other, forming a dull chaotic concoction in between. It didn't last long. My body drifted into unconsciousness without any struggle.
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General FictionThe human mind is a beautiful place. It stores memories, feelings, faces and places for us to keep track of our lives. But what if one day, it starts to tell you new things? What do you do? Who do you believe? Who are you now? And how do you un...