Free Languish for you (My soulmate) by Serafina Daniel

his eyes and was dieing to get away from him. Was she acting like that because he came? Maybe. He shouldn't have hastened to bring her back home.
    “I am such an idiot,” he criticized himself. “It is just a mission,” nothing more, he ended his sentence in his mind.
    But is it? he asked himself a few minutes later.
    All this situation wasn't so bad if not that fact that this girl's souls somehow managed to touch his soul , when none of others weren't even close to find the right path to his feelings.
    He ran his hand through his hair. He needed some time and to be away from her until the job will be done.
    Christopher stood up and walked out from the flat.
    Chapter eight
    Next day started with hearing the water drops on the roof, creating a symphony of nature's sounds. I opened my eyes and saw grey clouds through the window. Many people frowned, seeing so nasty sky, but not me. I liked rainy days. Especially , when the lightings were play ing above everyone's head. Those moments seemed to me so magical, so mysterious. Sometimes I even wondered what could happen to me if one of those magical lightings would touch me.
    Stupid, I knew that, but my brain only in rare times understood that in reality nothing special could ever happen.
    I lifted my head up and glanced around. I noticed a tray with food and a note on the table, just waiting for me to be read.
    I stood up and walked closer to the table. I took the note in my hands and started reading it. It was from Avery, warning me not to leave home today. Also, there was written that she will take me to the city tomorrow.
    I sighed. It was a good tactic; steal hope that you could give it back later. Also, there was an postscript. Write your stories.
    I rolled my eyes as I read that. Why were my stories so freaking important to them? There were so many books in this world. Why did it need some more? From me, a person who had many query rejections already?
    I crushed that note and kicked it like it was a ball. I didn't care where it landed. I wormed back to my bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. So, I took my computer and started writing my stories. I spent twenty minutes pressing various buttons until I decided to stop and take a pause to eat. After I finished my food, I decided to bring the tray and dirty plates back to the kitchen where Anna, the housekeeper, could wash them up.
    But soon I had to face the truth; I was left alone. There weren't neither Anna nor Avery with Christopher. In that note I hadn't read anything about me being alone in the flat.
    I put the tray with plates on the table and took a better look around the flat. Yea, no one was with me. Was it good or bad that I was left alone after my yesterday's escapade?
    I grinned.
    But before I could do my cunning deeds, I heard a door bell ringing. I frowned and slowly started walking. But here, when a few steps separated me from the door and that person, who was behind them, I stopped like I had hit the invisible wall.
    I hadn't gotten permission to open the door to strangers. Behind those doors could be one of those bad people which Christopher and Avery were so afraid of.
    I hugged myself when the door bell rang one more time. I didn't know what to do. In the end I decided that nothing really bad could happen to me and I opened the door widely, meeting that stranger with a big and friendly smile on my face. Not to mention that I was wearing my pyjamas. Yea, I knew how to make fun of myself.
    “Hello,” I said and looked straight at the girl in front of me. She was somewhere around m y age if not younger. After all , girls matured quicker than the boys and sixteen years girl could look like she was twenty. She had short, black hair in which I could see a white lock. Her eyes were slate blue color. Her face was nice to look at.
    “Hi,” she said in playful voice. “I am Agnes. I live next door. My father told me that this flat finally ha s some living beings, who are actually my age. So, I decided to come here