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An Engagement At It’s Worst (2)

.......who?

I ponder as the woman gradually looks over me, her hands fiddling about, and her face looking down in complete shyness. Just who is she talking to? Is she sure that it’s me? Hell, how do I know? I could ask her, but judging from her state as of right now, I don’t think that’s a polite way to continue this conversation.

But then again, that’s currently the only way.

With a heavy heart and mouth, I speak to her very gently.

“I’m sorry. Who?”

She looks up towards me, bringing up a shocked expression, and a face full of guilt, like all of her pride and achievements, has just been washed away into the depths of nothingness. Which, simultaneously, makes me even more worried about her. Has she always been like this? Damn, that would be surprising to know. Wish I could, actually.

”Nonononono. That’s not what I meant. What I tried to say was, are you sure you have the right guy? I don’t want you to be talking to a complete stranger with no idea of your context, not to mention what could be lingering inside it.” I hesitantly mumble.

She tries to make up words, from the way I see it, but fails to grasp a sentence. All that she could speak was a couple of ‘uhms’ and ‘ah’s’. Was she still shocked? This is already long enough for that amount of fright. But, of course, with enough time, she was able to form a sentence, but still in the motion of shyness overload.

“Y-yes. I’m sure that it’s you.”

Huh. Now that clears things up a little.

A little, of course.

I sigh slightly, and look up towards her. This girl seems to know me in another level than I know myself. Wow, that sounds wrong. Anyway, she looks like the type of girl that would be fine in graduating information, which is really non problematic for me. In fact, it’s actually beneficial. The more facts that I get about my own self, body, mind, morality, visual representation, and etcetera, the more I can live up to those prescriptivists.

I raise my arm, giving her a gentle hand to grasp, as she reaches towards me. She grabs it tight, and I instantly feel the hot, soothing warmth go through my while entire body. The feeling was so real and immaculate, I begin to realise how low my temperature was before this. But at the end, I didn’t give a damn thought about it.

But in reality, it felt familiar.

I asked her to sit down at the brown wooden chair that was left in store, and so she did. The bunny at her ear is still nibbling about, minding it’s own business. She, however, calls it towards her hands, and immediately it began travelling downwards, reaching her reached out arm. She strokes it gently, with care and precision like an expert.

“How can you do that?” I ask.

“Oh. She’s really friendly with me, so I guess.” She softly, and quietly squeaks, to the point I have to pay full attention just to hear her words.

Great. Now enough time killing. To the main point of this engagement.

At least, my point.

“Fluttershy, wasn’t it?”

She looks up towards me, bringing a questioned expression. I gulp, and with a heavy heart, weighing more than what I can lift, I look up to her, my face concentrated and serious.

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?”

“What do you mean?” She releases a deep sigh all the while saying those words, her head practically in the verge of collapsing due to the sheer fear of whatever she’s thinking of as of now. Maybe my next line.

Well, she should.

“Can you like, explain to me, everything? Like, who are you to me? A relative? Or a friend? And what about me? What was I before?” I spat out.

“J-Jason...I..”

“And that’s another ordeal. How do you know me? Have we even met?”

“Jason..”

“Not only that, but how did I get here? What happened before this? All of this? Did I have a family? If so, where are they? And, and what about-“

“Jason. Stop. Now.”

I stop to get my breathing back to pace, a rush of anger and curiosity flooding my system gates. Without realising, I feel a bit of a tangent coming towards me from the chest, like venom in my bloodstream. It hurts, the moment I begin to neglect it, the more the pulsing feeling the more I try to resist ignoring it’s existence.

A glow, soft and light blue, ignites from the inside of my shirt, right at where the pain sharpens. The chest. It’s light blue in colour, from what I can see penetrating the shirt’s white thick fabric. The pain that I just recently felt now just shifted, from bad to worst. Now, it’s from a pulse, to a burning sensation. One that drives me. Badly.

It was like hell is raising, right dead centre.

I place both hands to the glow, monotone light, and grasp on it, clenching like my life depended on it. I scream, not to loud nor to low, but damn was it sounding like a scream, containing immense levels of pain.

It didn’t stop.

For the most part, it stayed that way.

But all things must come to an end.

Be bitter or sweet.

Finally, after a matter of raw minutes, which felt like an eternity, the glow dissipated, and the pain leaves me be.

“What-what was that?” I pant.

“That, Jason, is your geode.” She answers, pointing at my once lit with blue light chest.

I look to her in confusion, or rather disbelief. She retaliates.

“Look, I can explain. From top to bottom.”

Finally. A proper engagement.

I smile, and nod.