Free Languish for you (My soulmate) by Serafina Daniel Page A

and introduce myself,” she lifted her hand for me to press it. I hesitated, but in the end pressed her hand.
    “Nice to meet you. I am Vanessa,” I said, still smiling widely.
    “Nice to meet you, too,” and she tipped a bit on her fingers to see over my shoulder, deeper into the flat. I laugh in my mind. That really wasn't a clear sign that she wanted to walk into my home.
    “Would you like to come inside?” I asked, moving away to make her space to walk in.
    She nodded.
    “Yes, sure,” she stepped forward. “I am sorry if I have woken you up.”
    I closed the door behind her and shook my head.
    “No, I was awake,” I said, following her forward. We soon were in the spacious living room. Agnes seemed astonished to see so splendidly equipped living room. I wasn't so amazed by this room. Yea, it was really something, but I wasn't from those people to whom money was the most important thing in a life.
    “Your parents are rich,” she stated the fact.
    I shook my head as she took a seat on one of the sofas in the living room.
    “No. My parents are...dead. I am living with my... friends,” I ended. In my mind a made a mental note to ask Avery and Christopher, how should I call them in front of other people. I could guarantee that they wouldn't like to be called protector and tutor in front of the strangers.
    “How old are you?” she seemed curious to find out more details about me.
    “Eighteen,” I said reluctantly. “Would you like a tea or something?” I asked only to be polite, not because I wanted that she could stay here longer.
    “Yes, please,” she nodded.
    “Okay. I will go the kitchen. Make yourself at home,” I said and left her alone in the living room. I knew that I should go and change my clothes first, but I didn't want to waste my time with her. The sooner I will give her the tea, the sooner she will leave me alone. But did I want to be left alone. Even if I was a loner, I needed to have some friends. Maybe I could really make her my friend. It would be easier later to adapt to this entire new world.
    I didn't need hours to find the tea, two cups, sugar and some sweets in the kitchen. So, soon I was back in the living room with my new friend Agnes. She was comfortably sitting on the sofa now. She seemed relaxed.
    “So, how long are you planning to live here?” she asked, taking a cookie in her hand.
    “I can't answer to that question, because I don't know,” I said openly. I didn't even have a clue how long this flat could me my home. Neither Avery nor Christopher was a talkative person. They only answered to my questions if they seemed proper enough for them to answer. In other words, if I didn't asked them something, they wouldn't tell me that thing.
    “Oh,” she seemed sincerely chagrined.
    I took a seat on the other sofa, trying to find the topic about which we could start talking, but I didn't know anything about this period. I felt right now like a stranded fish on the shore.
    “So, do you have brothers or sisters?” I decided to ask about her family. It was the safest topic, which I could start at that moment.
    “Yea...no. I had a sister, but she die during the birth. Something with week lungs or heart. I don't really want to know,” she turned her face away from me, like she didn't want to show me that her words were telling lies. She wanted to know the truth, but maybe no one told her.
    “I am sorry,” I said quickly. Maybe the topic Family wasn't such a good idea after all.
    “And you?” she asked when she gripped herself.
    “Me? My parents are dead. I don't have neither brothers nor sisters. Only... Christopher and Avery are ... the most nearest people to be my family,” I said with a smile on my face, although... what did I try to fool here? Smile? Really? I was talking about death.
    “Sorry,” Agnes said. “When did...they...you know?”
    What should I say now? I asked myself. That my parents were dead, was the only logical explanation why I lived without