My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



The face looked like it had been soaked in formaldehyde. It looked swollen, pale and wet.

It's eyes looked dull, like two black hollow balls stuffed into it's eye sockets.

Tremaine stopped breathing.

Even though he was prepared, he had never seen a face like this one before.

It looked like the face of a dead man from a horror movie.

If a regular person saw this face, they would have been scared out of their wits. The reason why Yesseca didn't was because it was her older brother's face.

Tremaine wasn't freaked out because he was mentally strong.

He held his breath for a few seconds.

He then walked towards the window.

He slowly moved closer.

The face was still at window, and was looking at Tremaine with it's black empty eyes.

Tremaine was now across the room.

He was very close to it.

He noticed that the man's face hadn't changed at all since it appeared, even its eyes hadn't moved.

Within a split second, Tremaine flung the window open.

A black shadow whooshed past, and the face disappeared without a trace.

Tremaine quickly looked out the window.

There was nothing outside.

Tremaine jumped down using the air conditioner compressor on the wall. The whole neighborhood was quiet and dark, but he spotted a shadowy figure in the distance.

Tremaine felt his heart beating heavily.

This didn't make sense.

He moved incredibly fast. There was no way anyone could have run away that quickly.

Never mind an average person, even elite soldiers couldn't do that.

Unless it wasn't human.

Tremaine frowned.

If he wasn't a human being, then he must have been a ghost.

But, how was that possible?

There was no such thing as a ghost.

Tremaine didn't believe in the supernatural either.

But what happened just now couldn't be explained with common sense.

Tremaine returned to Yesseca's bedroom.

He sat in the chair and stared at the window again.

The face didn't reappear.

Tremaine was confused.

Was he hallucinating?

It would be impossible to explain everything he had just seen, otherwise.

As he sat and considered the possibilities, it soon became dawn.

Yesseca woke up at six o'clock.

It was probably because she had Tremaine looking after her that night. Yesseca thought that she wouldn't get any sleep, but ended up falling into a very deep sleep. She had fallen into a deep sleep from the moment she closed her eyes until she woke up.

As soon as she woke up, she saw Tremaine sitting down nearby.

He was staring at the window in front of him and seemed to be thinking about something.

Yesseca coughed.

Tremaine looked at Yesseca.

"Did you really stay here the entire night?" Yesseca asked.

Tremaine didn't respond.

He looked at Yesseca inquisitively.

Yesseca felt strange at the way he looked at her.

She couldn't help touching her face. "Is it because I haven't washed my face? Stop staring. I'll go and wash my face."

Yesseca was about to get out of bed when Tremaine replied faintly, "No, it'd still be ugly either way."

Yesseca sat there quietly.

Her clear eyes opened wide. "Can't you ever say something nice?"

Tremaine didn't respond.

Instead he stood up. "You have to get to work. I'll give you a ride."

Yesseca looked helplessly at Tremaine.

She let his comment slide, he was always like this anyway. She chose to ignore him.

Although he appeared mean, he was a really good man inside. He may have called her ugly but he also insisted on sending her to and from work. Yesseca looked at the time. "It's still early. I don't need to get ready yet."

"Then go back to sleep." "No need." Yesseca lifted the blanket away and got out of bed.

Last night, she had put on a pair of pajamas before she went to sleep, so she didn't need to chase him out.

"I'm already wide awake. I'm going to go clean up." Yesseca stopped as she passed by Tremaine. "I may be ugly, but I'm always clean!" Tremaine looked at her quietly.

A short while later, Yesseca had finished cleaning up and had changed into a new set of clothes.

She suggested to Tremaine that they get some breakfast together.

"There's a diner in the neighborhood that serves delicious pancakes. We'll miss out if we don't get there early. Let's head over there."

Tremaine didn't refuse.

The two of them went downstairs.

As they walked, Yesseca asked, "You didn't see anything last night, did you?"

The reason why she asked this now. was because she was sure that she had seen an illusion the other night, and Tremaine would definitely not have seen anything. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Tremaine pursed his thin lips.

Then glanced at Yesseca.

Yesseca wasn't anxiously waiting for his answer.

He knew that this was because Yesseca was sure that he wouldn't have seen anything last night.

Because Yesseca didn't believe it was real anymore.

After all, even he had suspected that it was an illusion.

"Nothing." Tremaine replied lightly.

He wasn't certain, so he decided it was best not to tell her. It would only make her more worried.

Yesseca smiled. It was a smile that she couldn't explain, "I told you. I knew I was hallucinating. My brother is long gone."

The restaurant was right in front of them.

Yesseca took a deep breath. "Alright,

let's not talk about that anymore.

treat you to some pancakes as thanks for keeping me company the entire night."

It was a very simple diner. The tables and chairs were greasy.

But Tremaine didn't mind and simply sat down.

In fact, Yesseca realized that while Tremaine acted noble and arrogant, he wasn't like most rich people who fussed over everything.

After Tremaine sat down at the table, Yesseca went to order.

Whenever she ate pancakes with

Lothar they would usually order a stack often pancakes each. Yesseea figured that Tremaine's appetite would be pretty similar to Lothar's, and so she ordered just as many for him.

The owner of the diner recognized Yesseca.

Seeing Yesseca walk in with Tremaine, she whispered to ask, "Yesseca, who is that man? He's so handsome. I haven't seen him around here before."

Yesseca looked at Tremaine.

Tremaine was sitting at the table with a dignified look on his face.

"He is very handsome. No wonder the owner of the diner couldn't help but ask about him."

Yesseca smiled. "That's just a friend of mine. He's not from around here."

"I knew it!" The owner snapped her fingers. "He dresses so well. He must be rich."

Yesseca chuckled.

Tremaine was from a wealthy family, but Yesseca wasn't keen on gossiping with the owner of the diner, so she chose not to respond.

The pancakes were soon ready.

The owner had prepared an extra 'special' stack of pancakes for Yesseca.

When she handed the plate to Yesseca, the owner added, "Yesseca, this man doesn't look half bad. Take good care of him."

Yesseca was speechless.