Pamuya - It's You
A little teaser to tide you over while I work on more summer short stories and book reviews. I’m revising Chapter 3 where Ayden and Annalee meet for the first time in their reincarnated lives. Here Ayden runs into Pamuya’s reincarnated self but it is the warm reception that he was expecting. Enjoy
I saw a flash of bright, multicolored light and immediately was met with the scent of the ocean and flowers. It was her. I was sure of it.
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, dodging walkers on the street, receiving strange looks and a couple of “Hey you!” but I didn’t care. This time I was going to get to her before she left.
My feet led me back to the campus and before I could register my confusion, I collided with a soft form, knocking myself backwards.
“I’m truly sorry–” I began but when my eyes locked onto the flesh in front of me I was met with a pair of mismatched eyes, one cerulean, one silver. “It’s you!”
“Excuse me?” She stared back, blinking rapidly as her eyes changed to an amber color.
“Pamuya, it’s you, I’ve finally found you.” I inched towards her as she inched back.
At first I was hurt but then I noticed her clasping one hand with the other, her body shivering almost, sweat beading on her forehead. This girl had no control over Pamuya, and her past self threatened to come out and probably unleash hell on me.
I held up my hands in surrender. “Look, I don’t want anything from you.”
“I don’t believe you. I know when you are lying to me,” Pamuya spat. She shook her head and this girl spoke, “I’m so sorry. I must go.”
“Pamuya wait.” I grabbed her arm as she tried to leave. And before I knew it, her slim hand came assailing across my face. I cupped my cheek, trying to hold in the pain, as if I could. Pamuya was a force to be reckoned with and she made sure I knew it with that slap.
“Stay . . . please . . . away . . . from me.” She switched between her consciousness. Then finally this girl spoke, “I don’t want her to hurt you.” Before running away from me.
But I could only smile. Until I realized, “Damit, I forgot to ask for her name.”
