Runaway Alpha

I gulp realization after I hear those words. To think that I can hear those words.. I feel like something is strange. There is no way that I can hear such words speaking in my head. This man in front of me doesn’t smell like a wolf. Only wolves can communicate telepathically. I am not sure whether what i’m thinking is truth or something that can be called as a mere illusion…

That is all because of the fact that this place in the outside of our village which means that… something in this place is full of mystery… I can never tell whether what i’m seeing or hearing with all of my senses are the exact same that is happening in the reality.

But there is something in me telling and wanting me to believe by the fact that those things i’ve heard eyes something that exist before

Fidel… that name seems as if that person who was named that way is someone that is connected to me. It is as if the one who is called by that name have a strong connection with me

Looking at the side on where the man was standing from a while ago. I can’t help but feel like something is strange about him.

And again, I saw his very same image in my mind but this time he is not wearing a clothes that he is wearing as of now. It seems like he is wearing something that is different and this is not known from this world.

How can I say that? Well… that is because his clothes is something that is having an familiar pattern and seems like it also is created with materials that is not easily seen in this land.

Truly, it is something that is so eye catching to to the fact that one can’t even tell what kind of fabric or material used to create that kind clothing. I wonder why that came out of my mind but that very figure, I can’t seem to forget it.

“Fidel…”

I called him unconsciously as I feel like I am not the one who is calling him. I mean… it is like the time I loses my conciousness and saw a sight that is like I am having a perspective of a persob.

“Yes? Little young master?”

He replied. Even if I still can’t see his whole figure for my sight was fixed as if it is looking at something, I can say that the one I called Fidel come walking to my direction. The very same image of the figure I saw just a while ago seems to be him. That unique pattered clothings… that oddly unfamiliar style of dressing, that is the same as what I’ve seen from a while ago.

“Fidel, stop calling me that way, I am no longer a child. Or else, you want me to call you grandpa awesome head butler Fidel again? Is that it?”

I then heard a small chuckle as I saw a glimpse of his image laughing so timidly.

“I am just remembering how fast the time flows. It is as if it is just yesterday you were such a small child. How come you grewn up like a fine man? I am full of amazement… young master”

He stated which somehow make me smile. Even so, I can say that the smile I created doesn’t have any hint of happiness. It is as if he is trying to but then he can’t. For a thing happened which never make him feel any happiness.

“How long will you keep looking there today?”

“As long as she is in my sight”

“Young master is truly remarkable. His eyes is the most observing and remarkable one among all”

“Fidel, stop boasting me. I know that already, no need to state a fact”

The man didn’t feel awkward for what I’ve said. Even though I feel like I sound boastful just now. The man called Fidel have a satisfied smile on his face. It is as if he is worried but find a small hint of relief.

I then stand up, I mean, the person I am having a perspective as of now moves which then look at the direction of the Fidel man he is talking to just now

“Did she head inside?”

“Yeah”

A small nod change the sight that I am seeing. Even so, I still feel confused on what is he looking at. Why can’t I see it? Everything seems blurry other than the one that is around me.

A near sighted one… I guess

“Shall I prepare-”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He was cut off when I lose my footing. I am not sure of what happened but the only thing I know is that, It seems like I was about to fall on the ground.

“You should push yourself, young master”

“I’ve been far from her millions of miles already… why does this curse seems to affect me?”

The man can’t answer for he didn’t also know what he should say or respond in the words that I’ve said.

“I am worthless… Fidel… right?”

“I would never serve a worthless person, young master. The fact that this humble Fidel is still by your side means you are still worthy”

“You are just saying that to appease me… don’t you?”

“Did I ever lied to you?”

“Yes, you always do”

“Now this heart of the humble me is now feeling unwell. How hurtful your words are…”

“Shut it up”

He then chuckled as he let me have a footing again. I then see how straight my sight is as of now. Looking back at the very same direction where my eyes are locked ever since the first time I saw his perspective, I can’t help but feel like my heart is throbbing. It is hurting… it is uneasy. It is as if… my heart are being torn into pieces.

“The food will be ready”

“I have no appetite. You will eat it… right?”

“But young master”

“I just want to take rest”

“Yes…”

Slowly… I took small steps. It is as if I can still walk yet, I can’t. I do feel like it is taking to much of my energy just to make a step hmyet I am enduring it for some reason.

How pathetic. Why don’t he just stay still and ask the personnels to help him? He can also ask that man Fidel. But…

Is stopped from what I am thinking. Surely I can say it because I am not truly the one in his position but.. it it is really me then…

I am not aure whether my answer would be the say. Doesn’t doing just as what I’ve said will just crush his worth? I mean… in that state… only humility will embrace him if he did so.

And that life… surely sucks