Chapter-4

Memories of my first love

It's been two weeks since Nicolas left that letter in the
mail slot. I won't consider whether he mentioned a fact as I
noticed nothing strange after that incident. But I need to
know why he did that. I keep on reading the letter again to
understand what he encoded in it. Is he a psychopath? Or a
serial killer?

Did he write that note to play with my emotions? Is it a mind

game? I went to the police quarters to know.

I asked an officer about him since I reported him for

threat. "Two more women filed the same report on him and
he was hiding every time. He was one of the wanted stalkers
on our list. And he died in the wreck two weeks [Link]
is no need to worry miss! You are safe. But the patrol
officers will check on you every night. Is there anything that
concerns you if you like to share?" he asked.

"Nothing. Everything going fine and I appreciate your work

officers! So can I leave for now?".
"Yeah. Just after the paperwork is finished with your
signature." I stayed there for one more hour and went
through all the protocols.

I came outside and booked a taxi in Uber. I kept

location to Walmart for some furniture I need to buy.

Dad bought an apartment for me in the middle of the town

with full-time security and luxury. He made quite a money
for my future. I had no idea about the apartment till the last
dinner we had together two days ago on my birthday. I am
moving there within a week.

I explored all the furniture and top-listed the items which

suit my apartment. I paid the bill and they will deliver by
the evening. So I texted the watchman to help delivery men
set them there. I reached home. It's 5 pm now.

I started packing the things I need to carry with me. It took

two hours to sort out the useful things out of the stuff in my
room for my new apartment. I had a shower after packing
and went downstairs for dinner. Mom will be home in three
more hours. Dad will be home tomorrow morning because
of his night shift in the hospital. I can't resist my appetite till
then. I heated the leftovers in the oven and drank a can of
soda.

I still have time before sleep. I took my journal out and

started reading again.

My Dear Diary,
Do you know something? Today is one of the best days
of my life. Don't doubt I am pregnant! It's too early for that.
We had a sports league with other high school students in our
school. I am good at running so I registered for that. He too
registered for a basketball tournament. I am selected for the
semi-finals held within two days. I didn't expect him to come
for a favor to ask me. His shoes were torn.
And you know! he asked me to lend mine. I gave him
without thinking for a sec. He's looking so cool in my shoes.
Because they are unique from the other teammates who have
the same model pairs. I am still wearing the shoes now. I don't
want to remove them. The more I am trying to remove it, the
more I am feeling his feet touch mine so I can't do that thing.
I can write an essay on my feelings now. Day by day this
man proving that he is worth being a crush for me. After the
match, he returned my shoes saying "Thank you, little
beautiful!". Thank-you-little-beautiful. I never expected those
words from him. Those four were my favorite words from now
on. I don't know why he's with a different aura from the very
first day. I feel like he has superpowers. A cool breeze always
follows him wherever he is and his hair moves whenever
touched by it.
His stare is also an interesting thing about him. A stare
when someone trapped in it never comes out of attention
towards it until he stopped staring from his side. He can drink
a bottle of water without downing it. And when he does that
his neck and collar bones move like they are dancing hip-hop
to need attention from people around him.
His facial hair is the main thing I need to mention. It is
neither black nor brown but in between those two shades. He
regularly combs his beard and moustache with his fingers and
I am jealous those weren't mine. Lily noticed my actions in the
classroom looking at him. She's suspecting me now. I am sure
she will find out. She's professional in finding the secrets of
many people. She finds out about the many couples and they
are thankful to her for helping them say out to friends.
I am pretending like I don't know she is spying on me
since the afternoon. Elena never looks into the private matters
of other people. She only cares about her career but she always
behaves friendly and never messes with any person even if she
hates them. She ignores the secrets that Lily tells her because
she knows she has nothing to do with them. She is intelligent
and I observed her wisdom in making decisions many times.
We three are even in the study but not in mindsets. That's what
makes us look like special girls force in our class. We have
different abilities which attracts many cool boys. Yet none of
us started dating or I think the other two are hiding their
boyfriends.
Who knows we end up aiming to date the same guy? So I
need Lily to reveal my secret to Elena or I'll do it myself.
Anyway, I shouldn’t end up looking at him like a crush the
whole time. I need to do something to grab his attention and
start talking to him. Making my progress with him will develop
some possibility to attract him. What should I do about that?
Being honest about my feelings about my actions may help. I'll
try it tomorrow. And one more thing! I thought of a few names
for you. I'll shortlist them and pick the best soon. So don't
worry my dear best friend. I'll name you the best. Good night.

I remember that I wrote a poem on how I tried to build

his attention toward me. I turned the pages to the poem part
again and searched for that. There it is.

A twinkle in my eyes, a
subtle cue,
seems attractive, capturing his view.
He found me cute, a trait so rare,
And my stare made his heart truly care.
Curiosity sparked, he couldn't resist,
A connection formed, like something he had missed.
Love's story began with
simple things so true,
A journey of enchantment, just for two.

The lines are like a pleasurable torment, beckoning for

a deeper inspection. So I stared at the next poem before
leaving the poem part and reading what happened next.

Smiles are exchanged, hearts start to dance,

Flirting freely, taking a chance.
Laughter fills the air, love's sweet embrace,
Creating moments,
leaving no trace.
Many secrets in the air,
Love's language is beyond compare.
In Symphony of Love, we find
our song,
Whispered promises forever belong.
Stolen glances, In this
flirtatious game we play,
Our love story unfolds, day by day.