Eternal Moment: Time

The next six months were anything but uneventful. Jeremy and I learned a lot about each other’s pasts.

I learned that Jeremy came from a family of very powerful stature. He was destined to succeed his father as the head of the family. His father runs a jewelry store. He has three sisters and a baby brother.

There was one thing I didn’t learn about him, though. It was the reason he had chosen to escort me out of the country.

One night, about five months into our trip, we were sitting around a small fire, eating our rice. He seemed very distant, as he was being very quiet. I looked at his face across the fire. There was no emotion.

“Jeremy?” I boldly said to him. He looked up at me with a look of distaste, as if I were a cockroach on the bottom of his shoe.

“What?”

I worked up the courage to ask a very important question. “Who were the three other people I killed?” My voice shook as I said the words.

He looked at me with a sudden look of pity. “You mean the three people who tried to restrain you? They were only commoners. Their names were Michael, Walt, and an old man who no one knew his name.”

I started crying. He sighed. “Look, it’s not like it was actually you in there.”

He scooted over to me and hugged me. His arms were warm, probably from the heat of the fire. My tears trickled down my face and dropped on his arms. He looked at my face and wiped the tears away with his hands and returned to holding me.

I must have cried for a few hours before I finally fell asleep in his arms. I awoke the next morning with a blanket over me and a bundle of clothes under my head.

For some reason, he never was aloud to untie my hands after my escape attempt. I guess it was for security reasons.

I was dead tired from walking. I was sick of being cold at night. How long had it been since I left?

Jeremy came over to tighten the rope on my hands, as they were very loose.