270: DISTANT MEMORIES

DISTANT MEMORIES

THE LITTLE GIRL saw a boy at around six years old playing alone. However, he caught the little girl staring at him, and she evaded his gaze, but his gaze lingered at the girl.1

What caught his attention was her appearance. When he observed that the little girl wore some shabby clothes, the boy's brows knitted upon looking at her worn-out shoes. She looked fragile and too thin.

Few moments passed, he came over to her and invited her to play with him to the surprise of the little girl, and hesitation was so evident in her eyes. The little girl felt awkward talking to the little boy because she's not used to talking with children her age because her father wouldn't allow her to.

Nonchalantly, she looked at the boy, and she knew that he came from a wealthy family. What drawn her more to him was, he has the bluest eyes she has ever seen. She is curious about him. In her young and innocent eyes, she saw how expressive his eyes were, yet there is a hint of mystery lurking in it and she cannot name it. Still, she can feel that he has a good heart.

Despite her father's stern warning not to roam around yet she defied it and continued playing with the boy because she found a friend for the first time at her young age. Her young heart held admiration to him. The excitement of playing with a child her age, and a boy at that, goes beyond her fear of being caught…

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KARYLE'S EYES suddenly opened, and she felt that her forehead was sweating profusely because of that dream. 'Who were those kids?' she combed her hair in exasperation as she tried to remember where she met them.

She looked around, and they are still up in the air. When she checked the time, they still have eleven hours before they would reach Vienna. She sighed in exhaustion.

Those dreams kept on playing in her mind lately, and she felt frustrated about not finding answers to them. It's as if it was telling her something that it happened in the past. It's something important, something worth remembering. She looked outside the window and stared at the darkness hovering. It's the same as what she is feeling inside. Darkness.

Despite her efforts of helping others, giving herself for a cause, but there is still a hole left in her life that needed to be covered, and she can't figure it out.

MEANWHILE, in Silver Country…

Clark was staring at the sky. There are no stars visible, and it was only vast darkness. Unconsciously his thoughts wandered somewhere in the past…

"This is… a cake… you want to have a cake on your birthday?" the young boy asked the little girl, and she nodded shyly. Clark could not believe it. "… I'll be celebrating my birthday the next day, I hope you could come so that I can give you my birthday cake."

The little girl's eyes lit up with happiness, "…next day? That's my birthday, too… can I really come on your birthday party?"

"Of course! You're my friend now, I'll tell my mom and dad to invite you… uhm, tell me your name first so that I can send you an invitation…"

"I-I'm…" but the child could not continue talking. Instead, she stood up.

"Wait, where are you going?" before the little girl could answer, she ran off somewhere fast, and he saw her threw what she molded earlier, and he saw that a man scolds her.

His attention went to the present when he heard his name.

"CLARK! Son… where are you?" it was his mother.

"I'm here, mom!" he waved at her. When she's already standing beside me, she sighed before she spoke.

"Son… we haven't talked, like a serious talk, a mother and son kind of talk. I miss that. I miss my little boy…" she stopped, and I knew she is holding her tears.

"Oh mommy, did I upset you earlier?" she did not respond, so I gently dragged her beside me and then placed my arm on her shoulders.

"Mom, I am still your Clark, but I am no longer a little boy, okay? Someday, I'll have my little boy, too.." I tried to be playful so that she'll stop crying. Within seconds, her mood changed, and she looked at me indignantly.

"Don't you dare yet son!" I chuckled, "okay, fine!" she put her hands in the air,

"I will not stop you from your plans anymore, but please, will you inform me just a glimpse of your plans? I still want to be part of your life, son. As long as you're not yet married, I want to know what is happening to my precious, son. Can you do that to your poor, old mom?"

"Mom!" I protested, "you won't pass as an old mom, you didn't even change a bit! Don't say that you're old," it was her mom's turn to laugh.

"Oh really? Well, thanks to your dad, he never allowed me to be stressed. However…" she rolled her eyes, "look at him, he looked so old." She clicked her tongue. "Do you know what's worse? He has become more possessive of me now. He won't allow me to go out unless he is with me. He would be so pissed if I talked to some of my acquaintances, or business partners before."

"Oh really?" I looked at my mom, from head to toe, and sure enough, I understand why daddy's acting like that. She aged like wine.

"So I decided to work again in the company, but your possessive old man made me his secretary,"

"I have to commend daddy on that. How can he resist your charm mom?" I teased her, and she burst out laughing.

"He can't! I just let him to. He is so smitten to me after all. Besides, he is at my bidding you know. But you know what? I love him even more," She smiled. We were silent for a while, and we both stared at the sky. The wind brushed off the darkness, and there are tiny sparkles could be seen.

"Hmmm… I wanted to find someone like you or to experience the kind of love daddy has for you, mom…"

"Have you not found her yet?"

I sighed, "I haven't mom… I wish I could find her… sooner.."

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