Jealousy

"Wait what?"

"I think, we should continue our conversation in my room." said Noah as he begin to walk back to his apartment.

I grab Candace's hand and take her with me back to apartment.

We reach Noah's room and I sit at the sofa. I take a look at the file that Candace gave me. Noah go to his kitchen to take some water. But, when I'm about to open the file, Candace suddenly stand up and walk to the front door. All of sudden she tripped over her leg which make her fell. I see Noah immediately run at her and examine her bruise. I try to ignore them as I read the file but my curiousity prevent me from focusing to the file. I hear their conversation,

"Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine. It's just a small bruise."

"Wait here, I'll take some medicine for you."

Then I hear Noah walk upstairs to his bedroom then he come back with a box of medicine. I watch him treat Candace's bruise carefully and I try my best not to get jealous. Anyway, why should I jealous? They were lovers and I'm not even Noah's girlfriend. This time, I focus my mind to the file and start reading it. I see some information about what's the Demonic Dimension then I see my ancestors name and there's some information about her. It's said that she's the creator of the Demonic Dimension and she's also the one who close it. Then I see my name and beside my photo and my name, I see an empty space. Under the empty space there are some questions,

- The one who possess the power from the ancestor? Her memory wiped when she was 3 years old? She tried to reopen the Demonic Dimension back when she was a child?

I don't understand a single thing. Suddenly I hear Noah talking to Candace and I peek at them. I see Noah's facial expression, filled with guilt and sadness. I can hear him say,

"I'm sorry, I failed you."

"I don't understand, what are you talking about?" asked Candace.

"It's nothing. I just want to tell you that. To be honest I'm still curious what happened to you, I mean. . . before you died. How could you disappear just like that and when you were back, you didn't even recognize me?"

". . . I have no idea what you're talking about. You are Sera's partner and perhaps an acquaintance of mine?"

I don't want to hear the rest of their conversation. I stand up then walk to the connector door, I push the door open then close it. I take off my shoes and walk upstairs to my bed. I left the file at Noah's room but I have no intention in taking it back to my room. I just want to be alone. I don't want to see that expression, Noah's sad expression. It breaks my heart to see him suffer in sadness because of her ex-lover. I also don't want to interfere the ex-lovers important conversation. To be honest, I'm kinda jealous and I can't do anything.

I walk to the phone that's hung at the wall near the stair and I press number '3'

"Please bring me several bottles of soju."

I wait for a while then someone knock on my door and he give me a plastic bag with 4 bottles of soju. I pay him some money then lock my door. I sit at the sofa and drink up one bottle of soju then I open the next bottle and start to drink it. My face has turn red but I don't want to stop drinking. I start to feel drunk then suddenly someone open the connector door and that person snatch the bottle from my hand.

"Hey! Give it back to me!"

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Noah look at the empty and new bottle that's on the table.

"I just want to have some drink, can't I?"

"No, stop. Your face is already red and you start to behave strangely."

"Am I?"

He take all the bottles and put it in my kitchen then he go back and sit beside me. He cupped my cheek and force me to face him.

"No more drinking, ok?"

"Nooooo."

"Gosh, you better tell me the reason why you're doing this."

"I don't waaaaaant to tell you anything~"

"Sera, I'm serious."

"Aww, you're way too serious."

Then I stand up and point at Noah, my face has turned completely red.

"I am. . . JEALOUS!"

"What?"

"You. . . hehe. . . because of you and Candace."

"What did I do?"

"You. . . asked her to come back to you after you treat her bruise, right? I mean- after I go back to my room."

"Silly."

"What?"

"Of course not! I just said that I regret everything, I was a bad couple for her and she just left me after she heard everything. I'm sure that she didn't even understand a single thing and why would you be jealous?"

"I don't know! Don't ask me."

I sit at the sofa and push Noah away but he stay still like a wall.

"You did this because of me. I'm sorry."

"What? What did you just say?"

"I'm sorry, Sera. I'm sorry."

"Hehe~ Apology accepted, but!"

"Huh?"

"Give me this~"

My forefinger point at my own lips then chuckled.

"No."

"Aww. . . please~?"

"Just once."

Noah had pressed me to his chest, his warm breath on my forehead . Followed by his soft, passionate lips pressed against mine.

"... oh.."

The kiss feels so powerful, and rough, as if it's trying to draw all the air out of my lungs. I feel like I'm suffocating. Noah hold me by my waist, while pressing the back of my head, kissing me even harder. It was only when I thought I was about to die that he stopped to gaze at me.

"Happy?"

"So happy~"

I rest my head on his chest then I close my eyes and fall asleep. Noah carry my body upstairs and he put me down on my bed carefully. He stroke my cheek before he walk back to his room to rest. I had a dream that night. I'm standing in front of a large painting. I look around and I realize that I stand in a room but I have no idea where is it. I take a closer look at the painting and suddenly I catch a glimpse of something moving in the painting. I try to touch the painting when suddenly someone rush into the room, take me away from the painting. I can hear the person scream,

"Burn down the painting!"

I see someone get into the room then try to burn the painting but it's not working. No matter how hard the person try, the fire can't burn the painting. Then the scene change, I stand in a room and there's a person wearing a cape. I see the person try to say something but before I'm able to know what he's trying to say, I wake up.

"What was that. . ."