Silent Lovers Ch. 3

It took a while shoveling the sand out from my door since the amount of it was quite considerable.
"Honestly, who is doing this?" I tried not jumping to the conclusion of bad scenarios, but they just kept flooding my mind.

What if he found me? I thought I finally escaped. Please, oh please, let that not be true.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. All these bad thoughts are reflecting in my face. I'm going to get premature wrinkles if I keep frowning like that, I thought to myself.
My reflection in the mirror was quite a sight. My hair disheveled, some grime on my forehead...why hadn't Jacob said anything?

Then again, he was messy looking too. Being in a family of carpenters and all.

I remembered that there was a small oasis not too far from my house. I thought it a good opportunity to wash up and feel clean again.
I gathered some- very ragged- clothes and a towel.
Well then, off I went towards the oasis.


The water was sparkling under my torches red sparks. I was always quite wary of using too many torches, but I had to light the surrounding area since it was night and the only source of natural lighting was from the moon and stars.

Bad things come out in the night.

I took one last look around and slid off my clothes and armor. I dipped one foot into the blue, oh so blue, water and felt it was quite warm.

Interesting, maybe I'm near a lava pool.

I slipped into the water and relaxed my sore muscles into the warmth. I breathed out another sigh, I could guess my cheeks were quite flushed by now.
Heat always did that to me.

I spent quite some time in my oasis, but all the while, I felt as if someone was watching me...
"Paranoia was always common in people who's been living wit' themselves." I remembered Jacob had told me that earlier.

Jacob is a good man.


Taking in the sight of her, all of her, was quite breath taking.
If I had a breath.
Never had I've been so engrossed in a woman.
She was quite outstanding compared to other humans.
She was still a young lady, living with only herself. Long, silky hair the color of a black pearl.

Her eyes had looked like emeralds since the moment I've seen her, and seem to sparkle brighter than the stars in her oasis.

She was competent in combat as well, enough to hold her own to say the least.

I overheard her name once. Camille was it?

Dear, sweet Camille...


I didn't exactly remember getting out of the water or coming home, for that matter, but I did wake up naked on my bed. Sheets draped on my nude body.

"Maybe I am going crazy. Paranoid as well. Hallucinating is the beginning of it all..." I trailed off. Upon seeing my clothes and armor neatly folded and placed on my crafting bench, my eyes widened.
I'm not neat like that.

I remember now.

The heat was relaxing but ever so slowly my eyes started to drift.
My eyelids were heavy and the heat made me feel even sleepier.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In my dream the man was back again. Though he presented himself clearer and closer to me this time. I was still in the oasis when he bent over and lifted my body from the water.
I looked at the man, our faces only inches apart and noticed he was looking at me too.

What a strange gaze. In his eyes he looked lost, angry, and forgotten.
Like me.

Though there was also something else. Deep within those eyes, I could see a small flicker of...passion?
Before I could inspect the man further, my body gave out and went limp in his arms.
Can someone fall asleep in a dream?

Evaluating my thoughts and memories, I've come to the conclusion that this man is either a severe hallucination of mine, that I cannot distinguish dreams from reality and hallucination from dreams.
Or he could be a stalker. He could've been the one who built that pillar and piled sand at my door.

"But then why did he carry me back home?" I was slightly disturbed by the idea that he could've taken advantage of me in my sleeping state.

I examined my body but didn't notice any type of abuse. Except for the gash mark near my stomach. But I received that long ago.

All that's left is a scar, which he probably saw.

All throughout the day, my mind flickered to the thoughts of that man. What does he want from me?

Who is he?


Well, well, well. :D seems like our lil' HB is falling for Camille. And yes, now we all know her name is CAMILLE!

Camille: Shut up! I don't want him to hear!

HB: Who is him?

Sam (author): WELP we'll all find out soon in the later chapters of Silent Lovers! Until next time, BYE!