Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
50. Kissing

Today, it feels a little less excited in the activity due to too much thinking and lack of sleep. I woke up an hour before the time came. Because I felt so responsible if I went back to sleep, I decided to prepare for the morning routine early.

When he went out, Zack was across the street looking down from behind the balcony. His head turned and approached me. It was the first time I felt sad when I looked at the man who was so ill-fated in his love life. But, my face became stiff as a result of thoughts becoming jumbled about last night.

"Don't want to wear thicker clothes?" Zack untied my big clenched hair from forgetting after the shower.

It seemed, my looks looked cold so she was sensitive to warm my neck like this. I want to thank you, but my mouth feels bad.

"Ashley," called him and got a light response from me. "Why was he just silent? Is there something you're thinking?"

My head was reluctant to turn and just glanced at him for a moment. "Yes .. there is, a little."

"Try telling me."

We walked and would enter the elevator as usual to get down to the main lobby. I have so much to say, but I don't know what to say.

"Didn't you sleep last night?" it was his question that made me spontaneously look.

Both of Zack's eyebrows were raised, indicating curiosity about the answer to the question. I'm not too sure if he's entering my apartment. However, his speech was like he was ascertaining whether the action was known or not. If my estimation is correct, I can't get mad at him for seeing that horrible dream.

"Why? Do I look like I'm sleep deprived?" I asked back.

His head looked down slightly at me, then his index finger rubbed the area of my eye bag and said, "No. I can tell which people are fast asleep and which are not."

So, the cause couldn't feel her existence because she appeared when I was actually sleeping. I was silent for a moment. His words seemed to imply something. If I knew I was asleep, why would he guess?

"Your eye bags aren't dark, Ashley. So that's why I know," replied Zack with a smile that made me misbehave.

Apparently, my eye bags are healthy. I was too bad to think. Anyway, how could he have done anything bad to me.

The elevator button is pressed by Zack. "Is it because of college?"

Again I was stunned. However, although that was not the right answer, I replied, "Kok know?"

"Because you told yourself yesterday that the lecturer gave me an additional assignment."

My brain started working hard to remember that, but the results were nil. I feel like I never discussed college assignments with Zack.

The back of my head was gently slashed by her. "That's it. Want refreshing? Women love to shop, right? For today alone absent from campus. We're shopping all you want."

"But ..."

"Working in a cafe will also allow. Just chill. This whole day is your day off." His mouth sizzled softly to prevent me from denying his words. "It's okay. Just drop your bag in the lobby staff."

I can't argue anymore.

He smiled at my side, making me feel a little relieved. It is unbearable when his happiness disappears and is replaced by his roars when my death is present. His bitter and sorrowful reaction when I saw me during amnesia, now I see happy without burden. Whether this was a feeling of worry, pity or just pity, it was so familiar to me. Am I starting to really like it? I suppose. The previous life of terror, from when it began to become melodramatic instantly. My emotions are really mixed.

These legs tiptoed and gave a fleeting kiss on Zack's lips so that his eyes widened violently due to surprise. He stared for a moment, then chuckled while still looking at me. Suddenly, I realized how ridiculous I was. On the sidelines of the stare, the sound of the elevator clangs that indicated the door was opening to the lobby.

I broke the mood by looking outside and saying, "The lift is already open."

Zack quickly turned and pressed the elevator button to the top floor so that the door closed again. Then, he came back to face me and approached slowly.

Then, kiss me.

As her lips swept over my lips, everything in my mind disappeared instantly. The whole pancaindra suddenly didn't work. The world feels so empty - and it's getting sharper, because I can feel everything about her: her warm breath, her soft lips, her sweet skin. Even though back then when the goddamn amnesia took hold of me and River gave a forced kiss, now I just feel how calm and happy the feeling of resignation is. All my life, I've felt something like this.

I pulled myself back because I felt enough, then accidentally staggered. But Zack caught me.

And kissed me again.

As soon as it felt, it tightened, pulling me closer to her, giving a slightly rough kiss, which was probably a little excited, to the point of making my heart beat.

Zack let go of the kiss, then said, "Is it better with how you feel now?"

"Mr ..." I was confused in putting together the answers.

The elevator door opened, and Zack closed it again to go down to the lobby again.

"Ashley," he called and I cleared my throat. "I'm the only one doing this with you, right?"

"Huh?"

"I'm the most special to you, aren't I?"

"Yes, of course," I said.

"Well then," he answered softly, then briefly kissed me again and the elevator door opened up to the lobby.

Fortunately, no one was using the elevator today. I don't know why, but it's weird too. Never mind, I don't have to think about useless things.

"Give me your bag." Zack puts one hand at me.

"I can do it myself ...."

"Ashley's." He cut my words.

The look on his face was pseudo, but seemed to say that I was obliged to obey. Therefore, I handed him this light bag and he brought it to the lobby staff to be tucked away.

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