I do not think that I should tell him that two nights ago I had a dream that involved the scenario of a murder and the landscape this picture was inspired by.
“It’s just… that it is a red tree. Yeah, that.” Lucas looks at me with a weird look and says.
“Did you have to react like that just to tell me this?”
I sort of get defensive, just because.
“Well, yeah. Anyways, why are you so into this whole mystery thing? Elaborate please.”
“It is a hobby, as you like to paint I like to explore and look for new things.”
“Then, why did you bring me here asap? Like, you dragged me here as if your life depended on it. And painting is not a hobby here, painting is…” I start to move my arms in big circles explaining everything while he looks at me.
“Like two drops of water,” he announces.
“What is it with your remarks dude? They are always confusing me.” I move towards him without realizing there is a small (tiny) seat that makes me trip over the desk.
“Ouch.”
“Are you okay?” Lucas says.
“Yes, Oh no.” the paint has sort of mixed. “The painting…”
“Don’t worry about that…” he gets distracted, looking directly at a… are those words? They are.
“The backside of this has a script.”
Well, this has taken a turn. What possibly could this mean? “Help me with this Liam.” This time, I carefully helped him flip the canvas where the inscription is.
“What does it say?” I urge him to tell me.
“Be it what it would, I relish the day you and I will see eachother again. I was inveigled and lost you. Every day, I chafe the gods for the scrape of my life without you.”
“What does that mean?” he says.
Who is this person? What are they referring to that I lost you? Is this related to my dream?
“Hey.” I snap my gaze and look at Lucas. “You got lost. What are you thinking?”
I don't know why but I feel this painting has to do something with Arthur. Does the artist refer to him?
“Liam, don't get too deep into it. It's an old piece of art after all.” If you just knew.
“Well, there is a kind of signature after all. Just a simple letter. A.”
This is confusing. “A” Arthur. Don't know if this is right but…
“You know what? All of this made me hungry. I am going to eat something.”
“Let me accompany you.”
We get out of his adventure objects office and go straight to the elevator door. It's been overwhelming all of this. Thinking that the dream I had wasn't just that scares me because it was something that happened. Someone died in front of me and I am the only witness. I don't want to think this is something that will be present in my life consistently.
“Liam.”
Well, at least I sort of know someone with green eyes willing to help me with all of this. “You look pale, don't scare me.” He worriedly says. What does he have that others didn't? “I have a big package…” I laugh “of sweets at the reception… Now you're laughing. I really need to get you something to eat.”
“I am going to be fine. You don't need to worry.”
The elevator starts to get down
4th…
3rd…
*Screeeeesccchhhh*
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I will never use elevators again.” I hear before white cold lights appear instead of the yellow ones.
Yes, the elevator isn't working properly.
I look at my side and see someone doesn't like small places.
“Not this, not now.” I hear Lucas say before crumbling to the floor. I crouch down and get near him
“Hey, everything is going to be fine. Outside, people already know the elevator got stuck. They are going to open it as soon as possible.” Not working. He is still in a corner with his head on top of his knees, his arms hiding his face.
You never know how people react to stuff like this, still I feel a similar situation happened before. Don't remember it, but it happened.
I let myself sit on the floor, by my side Lucas in his panic state.
… 🎵“I am thinking of you…”🎵 I start to sing one of my favorites songs. I have always liked songs that are relaxing and inviting. I guess I can not do anything else for now. If I interact too much, he will get way too overwhelmed. I don't want him to go to such extends.
🎵“If it's wrong to love you…”🎵
🎵“...Without you by my side.”🎵
🎵“...Just one more night with you.”🎵
It's kinda of interesting how people fall in love with other being. What is this that produces such things. The physic? Personality? Interests? So many things, even studies and it's not clear yet.
🎵“... for your love tonight.”🎵
I feel something on one of my shoulders. Lucas placed his head on top of it.
“I… sorry.” he says.
I cannot see pretty well, but I know he was crying and sort of breaks my heart. I don't know him that much. Still, I can feel his pain and distress.
“It's okay. We cannot control our feelings, can we?”
“No, we don't. I… know…” he is still stressed and panicked. I don't think it's convenient to talk about this right now.
“What's your favorite food Lucas.” I softly say.
“I like… spaghetti. It is simple.”
“It is. Though, it has a vast story. In the past, it was not that easy, and from what historians say noodles were done in China 3.000 b.c.”
“How… you know that?” He is slowly getting more relaxed, I suppose we could keep talking for some time. It make take a while before they open the elevator door.
“Well, it was something I read while browsing online at 2:33 A.M.”
“I did some other kind of… browsing at that time.” I laugh at his remark.
“So, you make jokes now?” I say. He seems to be better now.
“What's… favorite food?” He asks.
I am going to be polemic right now.
“I love pizza… with pineapple.”
“You are joking, who likes that?.”
“It is the best. The rest suck.”
“You are insulting so many people right now. Though, yeah. That's you.”
I don't understand why he keeps saying such things, like if he knew me when I have never seen him in my life.
“However, I never heard you sing…” You see. It confuses me. He acts like that and it is just… anyways.
“I do sing. How is it?”
“You are a man of artistic talents, aren't you?”
“I am, right? Now, I want to know what talents you are hiding from me.”
“One day, I will show you.” that really is an open answer, isn't it?
It seems the emergency department has arrived. We heard a voice, telling us to take some distance from the door.
We obliged and two firemen start opening the door. Lucas seems totally relieved to know this is going to end soon. They make enough space for us to get out. I let Lucas go first (no need to explain why). Then, I get out.
I see some people are out there. Two other firemen and staff with tools ready to start the reparations.
“Uff.” I feel Lucas hugging me tightly. I let him.
“Thank you.” He says.
“Ok.” I think he is going to squeeze the blood out of me.
He lets me go, and looks at me in the eyes, still red from crying. His expression is…
“LUCAS.” Mara pushes me to one side and hugs him. Rude.
“Are you ok?”
I think this is my clue to retire. I suppose he is in better hands now.
Ughh, I am hungry. I will have to ask for a delivery or room service. This has left me exhausted.
At least. It's just the stairs of one floor I have to take.
The good part of this, ironically, is that I forgot about everything that has been going on my mind. It's been a rough weekend.
Entering the room feels great. I just throw myself on the bed.
I will eat later. For now, sleeping is first. Hope no nightmares come.
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