The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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Who brought me out of the fire?
Was it just a dream?
Cheri wondered among his drowning arising consciousness. His eyelids are shaking. Jeremiah moving.
Mikail gasped and scattered to the side of the gurney.
Sesha, Leah and Kyle crowded in front of the door.
Cheri's head twitched. Breathing snorted.
"She's getting sober" Sesha exclaimed happily.
"Cherry!"
Wh who?
Cheri was stunned and sat down.
All eyes glared at him.
Cheri froze and looked around, then observed himself, raising his two bandaged hands, fitted with an infusion cable. I survived, he said in his heart.
A smile full of relief on Mikail's lips. "Ah, thank goodness! You're finally awake," he muttered happily.
Sesha and the others barged in and swarmed the girl's gurney. "I was very moved when I saw Rafael come out carrying you," Sesha said between a smile and a cry.
So then…
That wasn't a dream?
Cheri smiled at his friends.
Demian and Ibrahim looked at the doorway, smiling broadly as they brandished their thumbs.
"What about Rafael?" Cherry asked Mikail.
Sesha hissing held back a laugh while smothering her mouth.
Cheri frowned.
Mikail also grinned, "He's there!" Mikail said while pointing across the room.
Cheri turned to the other side and was stunned.
A short-haired man-not too short, standing smack leaning against the window weirder. A portion of her hair that was split sideways covered part of her face and one eye.
Not Rafael!
Who her?
The man brushed his hair with his fingers, lowered his hands from his chest, then slipped them into his pants pocket, then walked slowly closer to Cheri.
Cheri gulped and stuttered.
The tip of the man's hair whipped gently and fell back on his face. Make it look messy and charming at the same time.
Very handsome, thought Cheri.
"You don't recognize him?" Mikail.
Cheri looked at the figure of the foreign man with round eyes and mouth.
"He's Rafael," Sesha told me.
Cherry looked at Sesha.
"Because her hair is partially burned, Rafael trimmed her hair," Sesha said among her gelatinous smile.
Cheri turned his attention back to the man on the side of his gurney.
The man cleared his throat, then raised his face, and looked around. "Well-guys," he said hesitantly. "Can you leave us both?"
The entire room simultaneously held up his thumb while smiling widely, then moved away from the room.
Cheri looked at the backs of his friends, then turned back to Rafael.
Rafael?
Ah, it doesn't look like Rafael!
Just a slight change to her hairstyle, but it had already changed the overall impression displayed.
This man looks brighter, more vibrant, and more alive.
He's not Rafael!
Nor is Valentin.
The man was completely different from the two. Cherry could feel that. It's not just a matter of hair style differences. But something inside him was different too.
Cheri did not recognize this figure at all.
Yes, he recognized a face that looked like the result of a maestro's sculpture. Strong bone structure and impressive-like facial lines emerge from dreams, as the embodiment of the imaginary figure of every woman.
Cheri recognized a pair of black and thick eyebrows with an elegant shape.
Cheri also recognized the pointed nose and perfectly formed lip curves.
But Cheri did not recognize a pair of blue eyes that did not contain a magnet. There were no piercing gazes filled with mystery there. That look was a little wild. But it was filled with the light of life. Glitter and very stunning.
This man is too perfect to be Valentin or Rafael.
His charm felt like the charisma of a leader of a large company.
The man sat down slowly on the side of Cheri's bed.
Cheri shuffled a little away from him. A little clumsy and misbehaving.
It's just my feeling, ' thought Cheri. This guy is a complete stranger.
"Rafael.." Cheri said hesitantly.
The man looked at her with a shady expression. Unlike Rafael's flat expression, or Valentin's cold expression.
"And Valentin.." Cheri added carefully.
"Yes" the man interrupted Cheri's words. Understand the direction of the girl's conversation.
Cheri smothered his face and groaned desperately. "It's all because of me!" I almost cried. "I broke the mirror and.." The two of them finally completely disappeared, Cheri added inwardly, unable to pronounce it.
The man gently touched Cheri's shoulder, then pulled her slowly into his arms.
Cheri pressed his shoulders to brush off the man's hands.
"They're not dead, Cheri!" The man tightened his embrace on Cheri's shoulder, soft yet firm.
Cheri lowered his hands from his face, then looked up at the man's face.
"They both live inside me" the man told me.
"At that time Rafael wanted to die, as did Valentin. Valentin didn't want to survive if he had to kill Rafael. They understand and forgive each other. They think it's okay if they die. But at that moment, the mirror broke. They were thrown into the real world. And. There, there you are surrounded by fire. Someone has to get you out of the fire. The tragedy that required one of them to die changed in an instant. They both became one and came back to life. Their memories are not erased. It's all inside me."
Did ya?
"Cheri. This miracle happened because they both loved you." The man—who knows who now, gently rubbed Cheri's cheek with his knuckle. His gaze was as dark as morning. His voice was as calm as the moon.
Cherie felt a peaceful calm.
There is no sadness…
There is no sense of loss.
It all felt like he was reborn.
It all started back from the beginning.
And…
This guy's…
Ah, Cheri's not sure.
But…
He's so stunning.
The man suddenly ducked down, brought his face closer to Cheri's face, then landed a gentle kiss. "That's from both of them" he whispered with a smile.
Cheri glued to look at her smile.
He recognized that smile—the smile of Rafael!
And…
His gaze…
Stare at Valentin!
This guy has both—Rafael and Valentin.
But does Cheri love her?
Loving a foreign man in which there are two personal differences that he loves very much?
As if able to read Cheri's worries, the man smiled wryly and turned, then bowed.
Cheri glanced at him silently.
The man glanced back at him.
Their views met and locked.
He is really handsome, thought Cheri fascinated. So handsome, to the extent that, Cheri felt insecure, even to just touch him.
The man extended his hand towards Cheri with an invitation gesture.
Cheri looked at him not understanding.
"I promise I won't bite" whispered the man.
Cheri spontaneously smiled amusedly, then submerged himself into the man's embrace.
Time rolled slowly, the darkness settles outside the window.
"It's almost night" Sesha muttered as she glanced at the circular watch on her wrist. "I go home first" he said to everyone, then said goodbye.
Kyle and Leah followed later, then Demian and Ibrahim.
Only Mikail remained. The man waved a glance at them, then resuscitated his back on the pillar and glanced towards the door of Cheri's room.
There was no sign of Rafael going out.
Mikail let out a short sigh, then pulled her back from the pillar, glanced at the door at a glance, then passed away.
"Marile!" The scream of a girl stopped her steps.
Mikail looked back.
Cyzarine rushed towards him in a hurry. "I came straight here after seeing the news on TV" he said gasping for air. "Say they're both hurt!"
Mikail smiled faintly. "It seems like my task is done" he said before continuing.
Cyzarine spontaneously confronted him. "What does it mean to be done?"
Mikail stopped her steps and charged off the road. "The personalities of Rafael and Valentin are united" he said. "So, now I don't have to worry anymore."
"But he's still going to continue the drama, right?" Cyzarine.
"Yes" Mikail replied straightforwardly. "Rafael intends to rebuild the MoscovArt Theatre and he will write a new work."
"Ah, thank goodness!" Cyzarine slammed happy. "In that case, we'll work hard again!"
Mikail immediately fell silent.
"So, come to think of it. Who would rent out the building to a theater group whose director is as troublesome as Rafael," Cyzarine cerocos with a decidedly made-up silly expression. "Then, he stopped staging. Now, there's a fire. Just look, Vladimir must be furious. Who's gonna handle it? No one can handle this situation except Mikail Volkov!" Cyzarine grinned.
Mikail smiled knot.
.
.
.
"Do you prefer Rafael or Valentin?" The man asked softly in Cheri's ear.
"I can't tell the two of them apart" replied Cheri. "I love both of them very much."
"The way Rafael loves begins with his desire to replace your father, so your relationship is spiritual. Valentin is more physical. But with me, I don't know."
I, huh?
True too…
This guy was just born.
"Ng.." Cheri muttered doubtfully. "Well, what do I call you? It's hard for me to call Rafael. Calling Valentin is not good either…"
"I'm Rafael Moscovich, remember?"
"Ah, right too," murmured Cheri. "But—"
"Don't tell me you want to go back to St. Petersburg!" sela Rafael cuts off Cheri's words. "Because I'm going to make a new drama. I'll make a role for you based on the story of Rafael and Valentin."
...THE LUSTER OF ANIMALS IN MOSCOW...
..._Out_...