Hidden in the night III

"You don't have to wait for me," I pointed my chin at her tray. "You've got your own business... But thanks."

I felt sorry for her, especially in terms of her future. But this was only the beginning of her story. WHAT! ... A story?

I didn't know for sure... but there was just this touch of a feeling ... not clear enough to be able to name it in words, again and again it hissed my finger, leaving these shadows, this uneasiness of having forgotten something important.

This thought of having felt it before, having sense it before. Did a déjà vu feel like this?

What have I lost?

Yeah... I'm not quite sure either. I have to admit, all this is quite confusing.

Isn't it reality? Somehow it felt like a like dream. As if I am floating and not living.

After sixteen years, I still didn't understand it, there was always just this feeling... this haunting feeling, of having experienced everything before, of having seen and heard it before.

Did this dream then become a life? Sixteen years had been a long time and I hadn't even woken up. Just experienced an entire new life. So what was reality? I could feel, sense, see and hear... ...it wasn't just a dream anymore...

But this feeling remained. Every step I took - so familiar - had I taken it before?

Was that a test?

A second chance?

No... ...why would I deserve that! I just wanted to sleep. I was tired, so damn tired of searching, the melody would never come back. I had lost it a long time ago.

So what was this! Why the hell was I here?

And as a fanatical web novel lover, only this one thought came to my mind. I ended up in a novel! Although I could not remember which one. I had read quite a lot before I died.

I could not explain this feeling any other way. This feeling that it has happened before....

Maybe I had read it before... and these words had created images in my head.

There was only one fact I was sure of. I was dead.

Really dead! Not just somehow in a coma, as a breathing vegetable in a hospital bed. No! Dead as a doornail! How do I know that for sure?

I killed myself with a cocktail of vodka and a sleeping pills... so there was no way back for me... I had broken all bridges behind me, nobody could have saved me.

"Are you sure?", she asked. While her eyes glittered like those of a true MC. Clear and innocent. And again there was this feeling... every time she was near me, that warmth, that familiarity. It just had to be her. She was definitely the MC of this world!

I was one hundred percent sure.

Everything fitted on the MC checklist:

- naive character ✔

- friendly ✔

- ready to help ✔

- smart ✔

- helpless ✔

- blonde hair, blue eyes ✔ (Okay not all MC's looked like that, but a lot! Besides, she was pretty as an angel, if that wasn't an MC for you?)

- Tragic past (I still need to figure it out, but she was a single mother. Maybe one-night-stand with ML?)

"Yeah." I nodded. 'Hell I'm sure!'

Elodie tilted her head and looked at me somehow confused.

"I just have to go in and out the door... And hand him his drinks, right?" I rushed to say. "What's so hard about that?"

"But he'..."

"Who could possibly harm such a cute face?" I tossed a kiss at her. Tried to allay her concerns. I was in trouble. But I was sure my drama wouldn't find me down here. Was I not too naive to think so... Right now, I didn't want to take this bitter pill.

Instantly her face brightened. "Oh, really. I'd eat you up in a second."

"Cause you're a woman! Most women mother me. When men see me, all they think is - Flatland! I am not even considered as woman. Don't worry." Sure, I was nerves. I didn't know which role I would play in this story.

"Men are totally overrated," Elodie suddenly hummed. My eyes almost fell out of my head - was an MC allowed to say something like that. After all, an MC needed her ML to save her at the last moment. I hoped she didn't take any strange wrong turns.

Amused, Andre turned to us. "Is this what you should say when you work in a place that depends on rich men?"

"I'm just doing my job."

"Here you go, mon poussin," Andre chased me off as soon as the order of my mysterious customer was sitting on my tray. "And close your mouth, or you'll catch flies with it."

Blood shot into my cheeks at the speed of light. Immediately I closed my hanging mouth. The surrounding smiles became deeper, almost liberated, and my cheeks only darkened even more. I quickly took a step backwards. Loudly, the ice in the glass rattled, as I was fleeing in complete haste. Just to escape this situation.

"Wait!", Elodie chuckled. "You don't really know where to go."

I stopped immediately. She was right. I didn't know my way around the VIP area. But, um...

Elodie smiled at me sweet as sugar. "You're too pure for this job. How can you stand it?" she pinched my cheek while amusement glittered in her eyes. "Follow me." Gently she pushed me. "We're going to visit your mysterious suitor!"