A Lovely Delusion (Short Story) - Chapter 2
A Lovely Delusion - Chapter 2:
With her glistering eyes she looked up and met my stunned gaze - stunned by her beauty. Her fair complexion and delicacy was personified in the bright sunshine and her long black hairs were covering her as protecting the utmost allurement with the envious eyes. At first, she did not say anything. I continued:
"May I bring you something, you okay?"
She kept quiet; I was still amazed and stunned.
Then after a while, she spoke with a gentle yet compelling voice.
"Can you just sit down here with me for a while? I am alone."
At that moment, I found a companion; I felt that I am not the only one deprived; I felt that I found someone - someone special.
Days kept passing by while we used to meet at the same beach every day. My life found some meaning at last. There was at least something to look forward to and I was indeed feeling very happy. In those days, the paintings in my room, started to flourish once again. Paintings of Hannah; all over my room. The paintings of Hannah soon started to replace those paintings from my bitter memories - the paintings of my mother and father.
There was one quality of our relation, that Hannah and I were extremely compatibale, I could not identify the reason behind it, because it was entirely strange. But we were able to think from each others perspectives. Hannah was able to do things, precisely at the moment, when I wanted that thing to be done. Same is the case with me doing things for Hannah and she always appreciated me. Our relation and compatibility soon started to repair my damaged self-esteem. We always talked about how much happy we are with each other and how easy things are when you can have such a high level of understanding. Although, as I said, we both were not able to find that what was the cause of such high understanding; we both called it love, while for many people, this was another reason to blame Hannah, that the reason we have such a high level of understanding and that Hannah knows everything what I am in need of, is only because Hannah is an imaginary character created by myself and no is more than my hallucination.