Memory
From Create Your Own Story
Without hesitating, you take her hand and walk quietly beside her. You find yourself instantly trusting this woman, even if you just met her. She looks okay, safe, warm, and loving, judging by the way she holds you. You find yourself wanting never to leave her side.
She leads you down the corridor into the grand staircase of the house. There, waiting for you is a man you thought you could only see on TV. Like the woman beside you, who is now currently whispering something in his ear, he looks quite handsome and young. He's a tall man, with jet black hair and shining blue eyes. He has a hooked nose, thin lips and some visible creases along his forehead, making him older than you think. He's tall, yes, but not skinny, but rather of average build. You could make out some muscles along his t-shirt.
Like the woman, you also take an instant liking to him. Handsome, yes, but the feelings you have for him are more innocent than a crush. It could be described as something like idolizing your father. Yes, that's right. And the feelings you have for the woman is like looking up to your mother. Yeah, that's more like it.
You find yourself staring at the two talking, whispering quietly to each other. They look like a married couple. You smile at the sight. They look so sweet and adorable together. You haven't seen such closeness between a woman and a man before, and you learn that it makes you feel warm in the inside.
After the two are done conversing to each other, the man turns away and walks towards the corridor behind you. He flashes you a brief smile and squeezes your shoulder.
"It's gonna be alright," he says, and walks briskly but silently towards the corridor. You think you saw a gun holstered on his belt as he passed by.
"Come my dear," the woman said, opening her arms and hugging you, "it's our turn to wait right now." She smells so nice, like vanilla. You could feel her maternal instinct in her.
