They were supposed to meet in a place no one knows. She went first, her yellowish-flesh skin in a yellow dress over a black chaleco. She saw two large opposing structures facing each other. In between the two buildings was a very large dead rectangle plain. The nowhere setting had no color than the color of sepia and cement and monotone. The building on the east was where she stayed and waited and there she saw that the building on the west has come stairs outside. She started to walk to the west building to seat on the stairs.
Someone's peeping.
He came, his white skin in and wearing a gray shirt over a black chaleco, from the darkness and appeared translucent on the east while she was walking through the lifeless rectangle plain to the building on the west. He called her name more than one breath and time in a sweet voice with a charming accent.
She willingly sat on the stairs. She heard him calling her. Suddenly, a little girl she cannot portray talked to her in a calm, but neutral ambiance. She stood. She walked through the unadorned rectangle plain to the building on the east.
Silence and eyes were blinded in slow motion.
He ran into the darkness on the left side of the building on the east. She followed him and saw his car bumped to a large circular-carriage vehicle. He started to solve the conflict. There she went on his side for support. Abruptly, the helper came, a tall lady with shoulder-length black hair, and talked to a strange man same with the helper's height who looks like the helper's friend and whom she cannot describe. The two, the helper and the helper’s friend, who were talking and now smiling-near-laughing, separated him and her. She doesn't know if he was aware of what happened yet she didn't feel sadness and doubt. He was finding resolve over a different happening; she went to the right path of the darkness behind the building on the east to find comfort.
The darkness created the littlest shiny-rusty glow.
She found a Chinese building perfectly right behind the building on the east. The house possesses the grungy paper texture glow. She decided to go in and feel solace until a young man wearing circle glasses and panicking started to run-jump to go out and went in back after seeing her in his big startled eyes without making any body movements. She started to get confused. Unexpectedly, she saw her Chinese friend, a lady with straight long black hair wearing corporate attire. Her Chinese friend looked at her and started to talk in Chinese language with an old man, wearing white shirt and shorts and rugged slippers, who appeared on another door of the Chinese building. She could only hear them speak. She couldn't understand their serious small talk. The old man nodded. Her Chinese friend helped her to get in. She walked to reach the Chinese building door, where the horrified young man came into view, but stopped on the stairway. She saw her acquaintance, a thin man dancing and wearing smart casual clothing, beaming at her with her acquaintance's usual facial frame. She looked even more confused.
The lights went black.
She woke up in the bedroom of her Spanish house. He was sleeping beside her. She turned her back on him, sleeping on his back, and slept again in beautiful peace.
She woke up without seeing him beside her. She saw a note of his telling her to smile and she smiled. For the past few days, he gave her five different animal plush-ies, one everyday. The last one was a weird care bear plush-ie. She hanged the five plush-ies on her window left side.
The days, hesitant to pass, pondered with the same harmony.
She woke up not seeing him and his note and felt a bit empty. The helper came in her aged bedroom with new white bed sheets smiling. The helper was the peeper. The helper said how he only gave other damsels with same gifts of flower colognes and told her she was the only one who received plush-ies. She smiled truthfully in her heart. The helper asked why she was smiling. She smiled even more. She felt so wonderful.
She doesn't know what went after.
She wrote this on a hard stocking cover sheet of paper in orange-inked pen after dreaming about it last night where she slept in a mysterious, different and more comfortable ground.
There was still no the end.
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