Lexie was trying to stretch one day because of overeating, she left her friends inside the restaurant who wants to become gluttons incarnate. She happily sniffs the air when someone bumps into her.

"Sorry, I'm on a daze."  She apologized thinking, it's her fault for being in a daze.

"No, it's my fault. I'm not looking, are you okay?" She nodded her head and when she looked up, it was 'that guy!'. 

Ba-dump, ba-dump, skip, ba-dump. The drumming of her heart is overwhelming that it competes with his voice.

"Oh, I'm just stretching." Why did she even say that? 

"That's good! see you around then." 

He gave her a salute and winks. He is so charming that Lexie's knees went weak. She wanted to talk to him longer but he's gone, she wanted to run after him but he's nowhere to be found. He is like that icecream peddler who went by so fast that she missed her chance to call and buy her favorite flavor. Disappointed Lexie wanted to cry. She has no idea that he did it deliberately.


He knows her name, even her mother's family tree. He counted how many underwear she got and what color are they. He also knows what time she poops and for how many times in a day. He is familiar with her daily routine that he knows she picks her nose when she goes out of bed. Her favorite dish is tuna soup, she loves to draw and paint. He also has her lost socks, exam results, hair ties, and some items that she owned. He got all kinds of her picture, smiling Lexie, pouting, crossed eyed, fat, cute, ugly, bad hair day and the picture of her wearing a red dress and red lipstick. There's a whole room of her memorabilia. In his mind, she is already his.

He is Sweet but a Psycho

There was a van that was rented by Marcus to bring her to the airport where the chartered plane is waiting for her. But she did not trust the hired taxi so she went off in the middle of the road and hailed a taxi. She did not automatically go inside the airport but went inside a fast-food restaurant near the airport and changed her outfit. 


She got to the airport safely and she also boarded the chartered plane Marcus had prepared for her. She inhaled a sigh of relief and felt extremely sad at the same time. Goodbye Albert May, perhaps in another life when you don't have to be a patient in a mental institution, maybe then we can be husband and wife again. 


Thinking of what happened to her recently, her short married life with Albert May is not bad, he took care of her and treated her well, it’s just that he may not be stable in the head. She doubts that he is even sincere and that there might be someone before her, she may be killed or left somewhere else to fend for herself. She forced herself to believe that she didn’t trust him, he is and that he is too mysterious and scary. ‘Mysterious and Scary’ she repeatedly recites it in her mind. But his smile and charismatic wooing is galloping back in her mind. The more she suppress that feeling the stronger it blasted back in her heart like a bomb, she looked at the window and stared down at where their house is located, her tears fell because it’s too late to turn back. She hyperventilated and recited. 


“This is the right thing to do.” Repeatedly. 


She fell asleep because she thought she used up her adrenaline rush while going to the airport. She was really tired. How pathetic she dreamt of him again, he was beside her staring at her, he was kissing the back of her hand and gave her a suffocating hug. She wanted to complain but she really can’t. She is extremely attracted to him and why would she even deny herself with his presence in his dream. She’s running away because of rationality and not because he is intolerable. She clung to him like her body was once part of his skin and liked sniffing his body, the familiar scent makes her feel. 


“You know you made me more confused. Why don’t you just go away Mr. Demon?” She pleaded but not stopping herself from sniffing him, eyes closed. 


“You never learned, don’t you?” and kissed her hair. Closed his tired eyes. 


But she woke up in a dark room. She stirred and had a headache possibly on the plane ride. She got up and tried to adjust her vision in the darkness. It didn't even cross her mind yet on what possibly happened to her but someone grabbed her and dumped her back on the bed. 


She screamed in fear and used all her strength to getaway. 


“Help somebody! Albert help!” His face popped up in her brain. Did her confusion heighten during this perilous time? And then her brain somehow starts to work back and realized what happened. How in the world did he find out?


Good bye Albert May