Chapter 3: Confusion
Months passed slowly and he never returned. In a way, I was relieved. He scared me, and I wasn't sure that I wanted another encounter with him. But, on the other hand, I was still curious about him. Through all the months he was gone, my curiosity grew stronger. I started to wonder about where he had come from, what his mane was, and most importantly, what his fascination with me was. That, right there, was what I thought about the most. The words he sad to me kept running through my mind; I though I knew you better. What did he mean by that? I just couldn't understand it.
And as each month passed, my confusion and curiosity grew worse. And as each day passed I almost hoped that I would see him, just to end all the agony I was going through. It was terrible, so terrible that I could hardly stand it. It was almost tearing me apart, as if some demon was trying to rip right out of me. It wasn't a good feeling at all.
I tried not to think about it, and it worked, until I got to work, that is. As soon as I stepped in I found myself looking for him. Of course, it was hopeless to do so, but I still did in any case. However, after many months, I realized that he wasn't going to return, so I gave up all hope of ever seeing him again. In many ways, I figured it was for the best, but I still had a pain inside, and I still wanted to know who he was.
That's when I decided to ask around at the club. As I took orders and delivered them, I asked if they knew a guy with black hair, light blue eyes, and tall. But no one knew him. So my attempts at trying to find at least his name, was futile, and I soon gave up on even that.
I had just finished taking the orders from a couple at the bar when my boss called me in. I sat down my tray behind the bar and followed him into his office. He sat down in his chair in his office and gestured me to take a seat as well. And so I sat down.
"Well," he started "I've heard that you've been asking about a guy."
"Yes, I have" I answered, not knowing what this was about.
"Describe, to me, this guy you want to find" he demanded.
"Ummm. He has black hair that's a few inches past his shoulders, and it seems to always be in a pony tail, he's rather tall and has unbelievably light blue eyes" I responded.
"His name?" my boss asked.
"I don't know, he never told me." I answered.
He scratched his chin. "I see. Well, I think it'd be best if you stopped looking for him." he said to me. The thing that caught me was the small amount of fear in is eyes. I knew then that my boss knew something about the mysterious man I was trying to find.
"You know him, don't you?" I asked accusingly
"That does not matter." he answered.
I shook my head "Sir, if you know something, tell me." I pleaded to him.
"There is nothing more to talk about" was all he would say.
"At least his name, I must know!" I pleaded some more.
"You may get back to work now, I'm busy" he said as he dismissed me.
I nodded "Yes, sir" I said as I slowly stood up and walked out.
I thought about my boss's reaction as I walked back to the bar and picked up my tray. I had never seen him that scared of anything before. He was a tough man and rather intimidating. But the fact that he was afraid of my mysterious stranger and the way he told me to forget about him led me to believe that he was a lot more dangerous than I thought he could be, which only deepened my desire to find out who he was. However, in honor of my boss's wishes, I stopped asking about him completely; mainly because I've always looked up to my boss. In a way, he was like my role model. Big, strong, and intimidating; but also kind, gentle, and caring, and also knowing exactly what to do in extreme situations. But now, I had a feeling that there was a part of himself that he was hiding, a part that was not at all good. And, I had a feeling that it had to so with the mysterious stranger.
Months passed slowly and he never returned. In a way, I was relieved. He scared me, and I wasn't sure that I wanted another encounter with him. But, on the other hand, I was still curious about him. Through all the months he was gone, my curiosity grew stronger. I started to wonder about where he had come from, what his mane was, and most importantly, what his fascination with me was. That, right there, was what I thought about the most. The words he sad to me kept running through my mind; I though I knew you better. What did he mean by that? I just couldn't understand it.
And as each month passed, my confusion and curiosity grew worse. And as each day passed I almost hoped that I would see him, just to end all the agony I was going through. It was terrible, so terrible that I could hardly stand it. It was almost tearing me apart, as if some demon was trying to rip right out of me. It wasn't a good feeling at all.
I tried not to think about it, and it worked, until I got to work, that is. As soon as I stepped in I found myself looking for him. Of course, it was hopeless to do so, but I still did in any case. However, after many months, I realized that he wasn't going to return, so I gave up all hope of ever seeing him again. In many ways, I figured it was for the best, but I still had a pain inside, and I still wanted to know who he was.
That's when I decided to ask around at the club. As I took orders and delivered them, I asked if they knew a guy with black hair, light blue eyes, and tall. But no one knew him. So my attempts at trying to find at least his name, was futile, and I soon gave up on even that.
I had just finished taking the orders from a couple at the bar when my boss called me in. I sat down my tray behind the bar and followed him into his office. He sat down in his chair in his office and gestured me to take a seat as well. And so I sat down.
"Well," he started "I've heard that you've been asking about a guy."
"Yes, I have" I answered, not knowing what this was about.
"Describe, to me, this guy you want to find" he demanded.
"Ummm. He has black hair that's a few inches past his shoulders, and it seems to always be in a pony tail, he's rather tall and has unbelievably light blue eyes" I responded.
"His name?" my boss asked.
"I don't know, he never told me." I answered.
He scratched his chin. "I see. Well, I think it'd be best if you stopped looking for him." he said to me. The thing that caught me was the small amount of fear in is eyes. I knew then that my boss knew something about the mysterious man I was trying to find.
"You know him, don't you?" I asked accusingly
"That does not matter." he answered.
I shook my head "Sir, if you know something, tell me." I pleaded to him.
"There is nothing more to talk about" was all he would say.
"At least his name, I must know!" I pleaded some more.
"You may get back to work now, I'm busy" he said as he dismissed me.
I nodded "Yes, sir" I said as I slowly stood up and walked out.
I thought about my boss's reaction as I walked back to the bar and picked up my tray. I had never seen him that scared of anything before. He was a tough man and rather intimidating. But the fact that he was afraid of my mysterious stranger and the way he told me to forget about him led me to believe that he was a lot more dangerous than I thought he could be, which only deepened my desire to find out who he was. However, in honor of my boss's wishes, I stopped asking about him completely; mainly because I've always looked up to my boss. In a way, he was like my role model. Big, strong, and intimidating; but also kind, gentle, and caring, and also knowing exactly what to do in extreme situations. But now, I had a feeling that there was a part of himself that he was hiding, a part that was not at all good. And, I had a feeling that it had to so with the mysterious stranger.