Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Letting Go...

"Yes, and you're my caterpillar."

"Why do I feel like you are calling me ugly?" I asked... I intended it to be a joke, but my face doesn't really cooperate and gave off a serious face instead.

Shyn chuckled, then laughed loudly. Out of the chuckles and laughs he did in front of me... His face this time is different, he seems really happy, and not just a person who is provoking me with his smirks and annoying gazes and remarks. "Well, you have a new life waiting for you... and I will be here, helping you all the way."

"Why are you doing this? For Mr. Smith it's... isn't this too much? You followed me everywhere, ask me a bunch of times on his behalf. This... What's in it for you?" I do not understand, it is not like he is going to die from being fired nor fulfilling his job. Mr. Smith, obviously everyone, knew that my decision is not in Shyn's control... So, why?

Shyn reached the wavy, blonde, strands of hair at the side of my face and tucked it on my ears and said, "It's my job."

I was out of words... I just stared at him while he is smiling at me. I gulped and pulled myself back to reality and thought about his answer... A job?

"So, I am... your job?" I felt a sting in my chest... I shake my head, as the thought of my own value just degraded because of that. I tried to smile at him, but I ended up keeping my head down and reached for the pearl beaded clutch bag at my side, "I want to get out of this clothes fast. Can we go now?" I feel like I am not being myself... I feel hurt, not because of the fight I had, but i don't know, it just hurts...

Shyn offered his hand, but I placed my left hand on his right arm instead... "Do you not want to hold hands with me?" He whispered while opening the door out of the room.

"I just do not like people holding my hands... And I do not want my skin touching you actually. I just feel like I am going to trip in these high heels. Geez! Why are they so high?" I whispered back...

Shyn looked down at my ivory colored heels and chuckled. He then looked at me with a slight furrowed brows, "You do not want people holding your hand? Is it because you feel like people who attempts to do that are going to let go?"

My heart races as I glance at his smiling face. I can hear my heart beating loudly like a drum as soon as I heard what he said... "What did you just say?" I feel the shock inside me, like a lightning striking my chest. I am afraid...

"Kidding," he smirked. "I am just kidding," he chuckled. "It's fine... I do not like holding other people's hands anyway."

What he had said... It's true.

I do not like people holding my hand because eventually they have to let me go... I have to let them go. And, I do not want that. I want to hold things that will stay with me forever... someone that I will hold onto without ending. Someone that I do not need to let go of...

I remember... After they covered my dad with a big white cloth. I can still see his wide and pale hand, and I held it. I did not have a reason, not even one, to let him go. I cried and cried that night and held on him tightly... People even whispered and talked about how pitiful to see me like that. It was heartbreaking, they said. But in reality, I felt shattered... pulverized. I felt like nothing! They even got tired of waiting for me to let go of him. They said, I will eventually get tired and leave my dad's body. When that happens, they will take my dad and prepare for his funeral.

I slept on the cold, white, tiled floor with swollen eyes, and tired body... When I woke up, he is gone, my dad's gone. And, another bad news hit me again about my mom- How am I suppose to live after that?

A gentle touch on my arm made me glance at Shyn and wonder, "Huh? What?" Did he say something?

"I said, does it hurt so much? Your arm looks like it's bruising..." I gently moved my arm away from his touch, and I quickly nod.

"It's fine. It wouldn't have turned like that if you stopped them from twisting my arm and pinning me down the dirty floor sooner earlier."

"Well, you should have used the proper entrance to get here instead of the backdoor kitchen. You looked like gatecrashing."

My jaw dropped! He is really unbelievable! I did not plan to gatecrash in the party or event he is in! "I doubt that they are going to let me in. I do not even know you are here."

Shyn stopped exactly in front of the huge hall's entrance, and looked at me surprised, "Ava, what? Then what are you doing here?"

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Let's welcome the beautiful granddaughter of the Imagoverse, that we are celebrating today, Ava Smith!" The door opened in slow motion with colorful butterflies fluttering everywhere, giving an elegant and magical effect of our entrance. Then the entire hall's light dim, and a bright blinding light shines only at us... What the-?

What's going on? "What party is this?"