Red Riding Hood (1)

"Hmmn. Did I get the address right?" Nida asked herself while looking up at a hundred-story building.

"He's living in a condominium this luxurious? How much did he get paid? I don't think CTC can pay us, to afford this" she tried to distract herself from thinking about other matters rather than being nervous about entering the werewolf's house.

Nida flew up the side of the building while counting the floors.

With her ghost-like body, she can effortlessly pass through walls and fly up high enough to reach the 50th floor. Even though she couldn't see her own body, she could control it the way she wanted.

She looked through the windows to see which room was Randell's unit.

She gulped and calmed her heart that was beating so fast.

"Stop being nervous, Nida!" she shouted into herself. "There's nothing to fear! You're a ghost! He can't harm me!" She repeatedly convinces herself to calm down.

"Oh he's already sleeping?" She paused for a moment and stared at Randell, who was sleeping deeply while cradling a pillow to his chest.

"Do all men sleep without clothes?" She touched her chin while observing Randell's trim-built, not overly muscular body.

She is not cowering, unlike their previous meetings, but the past that she considered her worst nightmare is not something she could easily forget.

She is still wary of him and doesn't feel anything else other than distrust that he will come and harm her again.

"Isn't it Ironic?" she tilted her head. "I am here to ask for help from someone who almost killed me."

She didn't like coming here even though she was still not sure if Randell was her spiritual partner and ultimately wished he wasn't.

Nida wants to return to life. She knows how urgent it is to find her partner, but it would be better if it was her relatives.

"Well what ever! Coming through!" she shouted as she passed through the glass windows of Randell's unit.

Even though she was loud, Randell didn't wake up and continued sleeping.

Nida sat down at the side of Randell's bed and observed his face first.

"He hadn't changed a bit. He is still beautiful." she commented while tracing the scar above his eye. She wondered where he got the scar over his eyes. "Your face is the reason why I dated you. That time, I shouldn't have been lured by your beauty." She could feel the scar marks on her skin even though she herself couldn't see her own fingers.

She stopped gently tracing his scars, then observed more of his face.

"If only you hadn't transformed into a beast that time, I wouldn't have suffered for a long time. Do you know what kind of damage you did!" She didn't hold back her voice since she knew that no one would hear her even if she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears.

"What if I kill you now, so you won't harm anyone anymore?"

She tried to grab the bottle at his bedside table, but it was quite useless since her hand had just passed through it.

"Wait?" She looked at her hands. Of course, she couldn't see it, but how did she know she could feel his scars but couldn't touch the bottle? She wondered, then looked back at the sleeping beauty. "Did I just trace his scar just awhile ago?"

She slowly poked her finger into his cheeks, confirming that she could touch him.

"No way!" she exclaimed, then she backed away from him.

Randell slightly moved, and that made her flinch and move farther away.

"Hey, are you awake?" she called. She furrowed her brows, showing how much she disliked the fact that she could touch him.

"Does this mean he is my—." she gasped.

Nida slowly walked closer again, then tried to wake him up.

"Hey, Hey. Shit I really can touch him." she said while nudging his shoulder.

Randell starts to frown because someone was disturbing his good night's sleep. Then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh, I am dreaming about you again." he softly commented while looking at her face.

He wasn't surprised by the appearance of Nida in front of him, and he even tried to reach his hand out over Nida's face.

"What the fuck. You can see me?" Nida cursed while stepping back, which also made Randell jolt up and slap his face twice.

"NAUGHTY ME! WHY AM I HAVING A WET DREAM?" he shouted while his face turned red. He looked at her again.

"Am I this naughty?" He swallowed his own saliva and got up from the bed.

Nida was flustered by Randell's reaction and stood at the very corner of the room. Her eyes shook while watching him walk closer to her with just his boxers on.

"You beast! What are you getting hard on?" she shouted as she panicked, thinking if she could just leave or continue to ask him about her revival.

Randell paused and looked at his thing.

"Why is this dream so realistic?" He tried to hide his thing with his hand as he got confused about how his wet dreams were so realistic that he really could feel his arousal. He also feels like the naked lady in front of him is too realistic for a dream.

"YOU PERV! THIS IS NOT DREAM! CALM YOUR DAMN THING!" Nida shouted and decided to walk away.

She turned away and was about to pass through the wall when Randell grabbed her arm.

"LET GO OF ME! WHAT DO YOU WANT!" She exclaimed while trying to escape from his grip.

"If this is not a dream, y—you shouldn't go out." he said while looking away, and his face was still red as a tomato.

"Sorry for bothering your sleep! Let go of me! I won't be bothering you again!"

She sees him holding something invisible.

Since he wouldn't lose his grip on her invisible arm, she scratched his arms.

"N-no! How can you go like that?" He pulled Nida with him and took his coat that was hanging and tried to cover her, but the coat just passed through her and landed on the floor.

Randell is flustered.

"Right! This is a dream. " He shakes his head, thinking he should be waking up now. 

"What the fuck are you doing? let go of me now!"

"No! Even if this is a dream, you can't walk around naked like that!" Randell shouted and he bit his lips as he looked at Nida's naked body again.

"What? I am what?" Her eyes grew wider as she realized she'd been walking around without clothes.

AAAAAAAAAAHHH!

She screamed as she crouched down and tried to cover her body, which she couldn't see anyway.

"TURN AROUND YOU PERVERTED SHIT!" she shouted as her eyes shook from embarrassment.

"I didn't know ghosts didn't have clothes!"

she mumbled but Randell heard her and was about to turn around again.

"DON'T LOOK!" she shouted once again as she tried to grab something to cover herself, but it was useless since everything just passed through her.

"T—this is not a dream? What is going on?" He finally realized that he was really awake and was not having a wet dream.

"It isn't!" she exclaimed.

[What should I do? I'M FREAKING NAKED! he saw my body? HE SAW ME NAKED?]

while Nida's mind was being chaotic,

Randell sat down on his bed and sat in a yoga position. Of course, his back was still facing Nida.

"What the fuck you're doing?" She looked at his back.

"I—I need to calm down first." he awkwardly said the he started to breathe in and out slowly.

"Calm wha— you perv." she commented.

Minutes later, Nida was still crouching down in the corner of Randell's room while waiting for his meditation to be done. As time went by, she also made herself calm.

"Are you done?" she asked Randell while still facing away from her.

"Then pull that curtain from your bathroom, use that as a divider, so we can talk without peeping on me." she ordered, since he decided not to back away.

Randell walked backwards so that he could not see her and did what Nida told him to do.

He placed the curtain in the middle of the room, and suddenly he could see Nida's hand passing through the curtain.

He sat at the other side of the curtain and stared at her pale hand.

"Come on! Hold my hand!" she shake her hand, gesturing Randell to hurry and hold it.

Randell's face blushed once again while he hesitated to hold her hands.

"I'll tell you what is happening, hold my hand first!" Nida stated while there was a hint of irritation in her tone.

He bit his lower lip, remembering how long it had been since he had held her hand.

"I am sorry." he softly stated once he finally touched her skin and intertwined his large hand with her small, slim hand.

"What are you apologizing at? I am the intruder here." she replied, while feeling his human hand for the first time in a long time.

She stared at the curtain separating them, "It would be nice if that warm hand stayed human." she commented without thinking.

When she realized what she had said, she bit her lip, and memories of the Wolf attack flashed back into her eyes.

Nida was about to pull out her hand when she suddenly felt her hand getting wet with drops of warm water.

"I am sorry."

she heard Randell softly apologize once more.

"Wha—"

She was about to grumble and shout at him when she could feel his face touching her hand, and her hand started to get soaked from his tears.

"I'm sorry"

sob sob sob

"I'm sorry"

sob sob sob

A twenty eight-year old full grown man is crying whole-heartedly while tightly holding her hand.

She became speechless and just waited for him to calm down.

The silent night in the room that was only illuminated by the moonlight was filled with the sorrowful cries of a man.

Nida just watched the night sky through the huge glass window while patiently waiting for his tears to dry out.

The man who held his tears for years finally let himself cry out for the first time, as if his heart was about to burst.

While the lady who also suffered for years couldn't cry anymore since she already used to cry it all out, there were no more tears left to cry.