Page 34 of Eyes Like Angel
“Nice to see you again,Eva,” he muttered in a playful tone, only for my ears to hear.
Is this the angel I prayed for? No, that can’t be! This man doesn’t have wings! He has the skin of a fallen soul, a lost sheep.
My hands crossed over my chest, had my crucifix pendant in one hand, and gaped at him in return with my parted lips, forming an ‘O’ shape.
I was still in his arms. And I was trembling at his complete touch.
His gazed lingered onto me longer than it should have.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
I drew a blank.
What was his name again? I remember his face and his taste in style, but not his name.
“Thank you, um, I—”
“Adrian! Oh my God, you’re a hero!” one girl screeched.
The girls sprinted their way towards him, hailing him for saving someone clumsy like me.
Ah, Adrian. How can I not remember?
He has been inquiring my name; he remembered mine.
“Oh, I was just doing my job. You know, being as a gentleman and all,” Adrian said to girls, showing and tightening his pearly white teeth.
All the girls giddied at his clarification, clapping and jumping in place. Some girls told him to save them, too, in case they had a near accident like mine.
As for me, I dusted my skirt and fled back into the hall without looking back, reporting my duties to Sister Edith in a frantic form.
“What has gotten into you?” she asked in a flaring annoyance, as soon as I finished my cleaning.
My vision blurred, and a glowing hair and pitch-black eyes twinkled back at me, carrying me with strength into his arms.
What a devilish, unholy man!
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Adrian
“Thank god you’re back!” Mom exclaimed. “Guess who just stopped by?”
Sighing, I pressed on, leading my gaze onward at a door, locking it, letting my keys dangled as I ambled inches through the grand living room.
The phone vibrated and checked the new message, hoping it’s from Saul.
“Adrian,” her voice boomed, “that’s rude of you to walk away and not look at us. Why don’t you come here and greet your special guests?”
My face paled.
Guests?
“What?” I uttered, perplexed.
“Come, say‘Hi’to them,” Mom insisted, pushing a forceful smile onto her sunken face, powdered in cosmetics so much it appeared cakey and rough texture.
My head whipped and glanced at tonight’s guests, who were smiling at me, as my shoulders and posture tipped and slackened.
