Free Web NovelChapter 104: He And Her, 22 Years ago (Part 2)
(Flash Back, 22 years ago) freeweɓnovel.cøm
"Little missy, there you are. Don’t run away like that," a woman’s soft voice had her turning her head and glancing in that direction.
"I am just sitting here, madame. This boy is sad, I am making him happy," she chirped like a morning bird, bright, beautiful and happy.
Her madame cast a dubious look at the boy but his tear-streaked face and desperate eyes told her he didn’t mean any ill will.
"Come, we should go home now." The elder woman still ushered her towards herself.
"No, I want to talk to him," she stubbornly answered and the woman sighed before settling on the bench behind them, keeping an eye.
The girl triumphantly turned away from her and focused her attention on the boy. She tilted her head, slowly smiling at him.
"So why were you crying? Did you lose your toy?"
He had no toys, such frivolities had no place in his household according to his mother.
"No."
But how could he tell her?
"Are you missing someone?" she asked her next question, not giving up in the pursuit of making him smile.
"No."
"You are probably hungry. I cry when I am hungry, here." She opened the small pouch she was carrying and dished out a packet of biscuits.
"They are my favourite, they have a double chocolate layer," she went on to explain as she handed him the packet and he quietly took it.
"Thank you!" Could people be this caring as well? He questioned himself, the energy and warmth she carried was out of the world he belonged to, his was dark and dangerous.
"So this was it? Were you only hungry?" she questioned again.
"Yeah!" He didn’t want to worry this tiny persistent creature and she narrowed her eyes slightly.
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"Sometimes you are just sad and you just want to cry," he answered, looking away from her towards the pond.
How could he tell this innocent girl the things he didn’t even fully understand himself? All he knew was a life of pain and torture awaited him. A life of abuse and pure agony. He tried to control it but his tears wouldn’t stop spilling out. It seemed like this was the last of the slight freedom he had and it was about to be snatched away.
Her warm hand was on his face again, wiping away the salty water. The smile on her face had vanished to be replaced by a concerned look.
"You know there was this mean boy in my class, he tore my drawing and I cried a lot too. My mom hugged me and told me it’s ok to do it when one is sad but not too much. You are doing it too much. Don’t be sad, I will play with you."
All of the love and affection that tiny girl held, he could feel it seep into his heart. She was so pure, so gentle and so delicate. She kept resting her hand on his face until he nodded at her and stopped.
She dragged him up so they could play. She ran on her cute little feet and shouted.
"Catch me."
He finally smiled and ran after her but on slow steps so she could run longer. Her laughter filled all the space around him and he forgot his worries for a while.
Only she and him existed, laughing together and chasing each other like two carefree, gentle souls. She was happy because he had stopped shedding those tears. He was joyous that someone cared about him.
He finally caught her, their tiny hearts were thudding so loudly as they giggled.
"You are not sad anymore," she jubilantly asked, adjusting the cap on her head. Her nanny was calling her again.
"I am not, not for today. But...but something bad is coming and I am afraid," he finally confided in her in the least scary words possible.
"Ooo," she thought for a second and then spoke again, "I know what you can do." She reached around her neck and plucked out a silver chain from under her frock and took it off. It had a one-winged angel attached to it. She took his hand and placed the pendant in his palm. He watched her actions with surprise.
"This is a one-winged angel, you know angels are strong and they help those in need. I used to be afraid too at night so my mommy gave this to me and now I am a brave girl. Take it, you will not be alone ever and he will always look over you."
She calmly told him in her sweet voice, giving away her most beloved possession just because he was afraid.
Caeco was in shock seeing the little girl’s generosity. She was hardly seven or eight years old and yet so mature. Someone had raised their daughter right.
"Umm, no. I can’t take it from you. Your mother will be cross, please." He didn’t want the little girl to get in trouble with her mother. Her nanny was already watching them like a hawk from a distance.
She shook her head left and right and moved her index finger in front of him.
"Uh, uh. My mother never gets angry when I help others. That’s what this angel represents. To help those in need, she will be happy and I will get lots of kisses and hugs," the little girl told him proudly and closed his hand around the angel pendant.
"Young miss, we should go home now. It’s getting late," her nanny called her out and she got ready to leave.
"Thank you, I will always keep this gift with me and will try to not be afraid or cry." He smiled his beautiful smile at her and she returned it.
"Goodbye, let’s meet again," she turned and ran away but he called her out from behind.
"What is your name?"
"Princess Lily, because I am my parents’ princess and Lily is my favourite flower," she chuckled before asking.
"What’s yours?"
"Caeco, my name is Caeco."
She reached her nanny only to turn and wave at him from a distance.
"Goodbye Caeco, let’s meet again."
He waved back and watched her leave as she joyously told her madame what she had done. She had made someone smile, had wiped someone’s tears and had given hope. The hope to which he clung during years of abuse and forced sex until she came along again and liberated him.
(22 years later)
Zyair stood in his office clutching the same pendant, the hope that he had kept alive had landed him here where he was now.
The hope she had given him.
Why didn’t he connect the dots before, why didn’t he see what was right in front of his eyes?
Her comic character, that fountain outside her house, it all pointed towards the one-winged angel. She had been wearing a woollen cap that day so he couldn’t see the hair but her eyes were the same, he realised as he thought about it.
Fate played its card and now he knew. To tell her who he was and what she meant to him. She was his liberator and he would be hers now.
