I will find you

Martina turned her gaze to her mother who looked away and excused herself for a while. She said that she needed some fresh air to breathe in because of guilt.

"W- what's wrong with your ugly face, Martina? Come on, tell me what happened last night!" Dalia said that caught Aga Wilson's attention.

He sighed, put the empty, plastic cup on top of the table, and held Dalia's arm. "Shut up, Dalia! Can't you see, Martina is not in the good condition to narrate everything that has taken place! W- why don't you just sit down, eat that apple silently!"

Aga crossed his arms every time he felt irritated by her. But there was no other way to get rid of her because she was the boss' daughter.

If only he has thousands of options, he would have rather chosen a few of them and ignored Dalia's name.

"I should be the one saying that to you, Mr. Wilson! Your presence is not appreciated and if there's one person who should leave- it is you, not me," she murmured, crossed her arms, and walked into the vacant seat.

She reached for a plastic cup and poured some tea on it while Aga Wilson took a deep breath and stood right in front of the patient.

He said, "H- how are you, Martina?" His alluring, emerald eyes twinkled when he laid his eyes on her face.

"I am pretty doing well, Mr. Wilson." Martina shrugged off her shoulders and slowly leaned back against the white wall. She giggled, glanced up at him worried face for a second, "You should have not come to visit me."

"P- pardon?"

He was caught off guard when she said those straight yet painful words. He thought he already knew her very well but he was wrong.

Martina gave him an encouraging smile and clear things out between him. "I always said those words when I know in myself that I can handle a particular situation."

Her green eyes laid on him and for some reason, she found it lifeless and dull unlike the man's ensnaring stares last night.

She clasped her wet, sweaty hands, looked at Dalia who quietly gnawed the apple. "Will you give us a moment? I have something important to discuss with her." Martina asked him a favor that completely blew up his entire system.

"Y- yes, of course! Call me when you need something!" Aga surprisingly replied and quickly went straight towards the door with a heavy feeling.

As soon as he stepped out and the door closed on its own, Dalia clapped her hands and threw the apple's seeds into the bin.

She walked closer to her, giggled mischievously, and murmured enthusiastically, "I can't believe you treated him like a stranger, Martina! We both knew that he likes you but you are undeniably brave to blow him out with your painful choice of words!"

"I'd never showed any interest towards a man and you know it since we were young, right?"

"I know!" Her voice raised that echoed around the room. "But he's a perfect man and you two look good together!" But deep inside, her heart shattered into tiny pieces when she couldn't tell her the truth.

Martina rolled her eyes, glanced up at the simple, yet cozy ceiling until the image of him suddenly flashed back into her mind.

Strangely, she forced herself to stand, walked closer to Dalia who got terrified by her sudden presence.

"W- what are you doing?"

"Shh, I need to tell you something!"

Martina brought her friend into the secret room. Every VIP patient has the same room and it was completely useful for her.

She hurriedly closed the door, seated on a chair, and slapped hardly her forehead like a problematic woman. "I'm doomed! I am doomed and I don't know how did I ever escape from him?"

Confusingly, Dalia replied, "From him? Who?"

At that intense moment, Martina fearlessly looked intently into her emerald eyes, took a deep, heavy breath, and closed her eyes.

Out of nowhere, she touched her pale lips when she remembered Blue Dobinson's crimson lips. It looked too soft and it seemed like she felt his deep kiss somewhere long ago.

Until Dalia snapped out her fingers right in front of her face, rolled her eyes, and stomped her feet like a furious little girl.

"I don't think this is the right facility for a mentally retarded like you!"

"What? I am not if you don't mind asking! And for heaven's sake, would please stop acting like a matured woman!"

Martina suddenly stood and opened the secret room door. She wanted to tell her the truth but there was a strong feeling that stopped her from sharing it with anyone even her best friend.

It was quite odd-even Dalia noticed it too. "You need to talk to a psychiatrist, Martina! Since you met that imaginary man, you suddenly changed and became too annoying!"

"Do whatever you want to do, but he truly exists!" said Martina as she stood before the windows.

For a moment of peacefulness, she took a deep breath and brought herself back to that night and in the middle of the woods.

It was true when she entered inside into an abandoned hut; rested her swollen feet and took a nap. The cold wind that touched on her face obliterated all kinds of fears and soothed her lost soul.

Unfortunately, a short nap suddenly turned into a long, deep, and peaceful sleep. It seemed magical when the surroundings filled with thousands of fireflies.

"I don't understand this feeling in my chest! I… I was entirely frightened when I was being caught by him!"

Martina rubbed her arms when the same cold wind touched her skin. She didn't know where it came from but the only thing, she did was to embrace herself at that moment.

"I must mark you as mine tonight. Whether you like it or not, I'll chase you; I will look for you, my luna."

A deep, husky voice whispered into her ears that weakened Martina's knees.

"I will find you."

"I will get you."

"I will love you for the rest of my life."

It didn't stop until Dalia hit her head and she said, "Wake up from your dreams, Martina! If you won't tell it to me, then I must go by now!"

"Goodbye! See you when you're fully recovered!"

Dalia took her bag and hurriedly went out of the room that left Martina surprised and startled at the same time.