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

them. But what should I tell if someone asks me something like Agnes was doing now?
    “Two years ago,” I told her what Christopher had said to me when I woken up the first time after the graveyard accident. “But I really don't want to talk about that,” I quickly added to save myself from other questions related to my family.
    “Okay,” she nodded. “So, Christopher? Right?” I nodded. “Is he that guy with the British accent?” I nodded again, already knowing what could happen next. Surprisingly, not much had changed during these years when the subject came to boys. “He is only your friend?”
    “Yes. He is twenty one years old,” I said, adding and some extra information which she was dieing to find out.
    “He...is hot, if you don't mind me saying that.”
    I shook my head. Christopher was really a nice person to stare at. I had admitted that almost the same minute as I saw him in front of me for the first tie.
    “I don't. He is really handsome. It is strange that he doesn't have a girlfriend.”
    I knew why he didn't have. After all, those two were kindly enough to tell me more about themselves and the situation in which I was.
    “Really? I would have never thought that,” she grinned.
    I rolled my eyes in my mind. Yea, definitely nothing had changed. Girls were girls when they saw a handsome guy.
    “So, you are still at school or...”
    “School,” she cut me off. “Last year and then I will enroll into university. You?”
    “University. The English language and literature.”
    “Oh. Interesting subject. I like to read, but I wouldn't want to study that. And English... I am not good at foreign languages. It isn't my thing, you know,” she took another cookie and slowly ate it.
    “What are you planning to study?” I didn't care, but I needed to keep our conversation alive.
    “Maybe management,” she shrugged. “I don't really know. I have one year to make up my mind.”
    One year, I though bitterly. The same thing I had thought too. But surprisingly, that one year managed to slip through my fingers like sand.
    “Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked, taking a cookie in my hand, too.
    She shook her head.
    “No, but I am trying to. There is one guy which is from family with whom my family is friends. We know each other since the birth, but I my family had to move when I was twelve. But lucky for me, he came here to study... strange, but he will study the same thing you ...”
    “I will start studying it this year,” I narrowed my eyes a bit.
    “Yea, he too. Strange, right. I have two friends now who will study the same thing. Maybe you will meet him. After all, there isn't many universities which offer the same studies.”
    I shrugged.
    “Maybe. What's his name?” I asked only to be polite and show that I really listening to her.
    “Tobias,” only one word but it was told with so much love. But not the way how it was told forced my eyes to double, but the name itself. Tobias? For some reason this name liked to echo around me.
    I didn't know what to say. No, it couldn't be that Tobias, who had stalked me. Maybe it was another guy with the same name. After all, Tobias was a quite nice name for a boy.
    “Actually, he is planning to come tonight for dinner. My mother is coming back from France . So, he will come to greet her. Maybe you would like to come with your friends and meet my parents,” she offered.
    “I don't know.”
    “Please. Come. My parents would be trilled to meet the new neighbors,” puppy's eyes appeared on her face.
    “I need to..” and the front door opened. Christopher and Avery came inside. I stood up and took some steps forward. Agnes did the same thing. I noticed that her mouth opened a bit when her eyes looked at Christopher.
    “Vanessa,” he said, noticing our guest.
    “Hi. This is Agnes. Our neighbor. She came to introduce herself,” I explained and move one step closet to him. “Agnes, this is Christopher and Avery. Avery and Christopher, this is