Deja Vu

The house was hunted down by a dull silence as Irene walked toward the windows and stared out at the night, and Adam watched her in disbelief.

He had thrown the woman away with his car, and yet, she stood there, as healthy as a normal person could be.

So shocked he was, that he had completely forgotten that he was now broken up with her girlfriend, Sarah.

After long moments of silent, Adam finally spoke in full concern, "Are you okay?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Irene asked, not moving her head the smallest bit.

Adam took aback.

What was she playing at?

"Is it fine with you if I stayed here for the night?" She finally spoke, turning away from the window.

"What!?" Irene raised a questioning brow at Adam's retort. "Don't change the subject! You're not fine yet. Or at least, you're not supposed to be!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Okay, so let's face the facts. I crashed you with my car. Literally. But here you are, acting like nothing has ever happened."

"What are you suggesting?"

"You shouldn't be walking around like this. In fact, you shouldn't be able to walk at all!"

"Are you complaining?"

"What– no! I'm just saying that... That this is impossible."

Irene didn't speak at first, and just smiled. She then walked closer to Adam, so close that an inch was enough for their bodies to connect.

"Let me tell you a secret, Adam Peterson..." Irene whispered in Adam's ear. "Everything is impossible, unless you start to believe otherwise."

She then took a step back, and looked into Adam's confused eyes. His head was spinning for some reason, and he could barely think straight.

"You can stay upstairs in the guest room." He finally said.

Irene smiled coldly.

"Goodnight, Adam Peterson."

***

That night went through as an impossible task to fall asleep for Adam. Whatever he did and no matter how much he tried, the confusion still held him back in chains and forbade him to even close his eyes.

What was it about Irene that made him shiver?

At some point, you usually get chills running all over your body when the person you love touches you.

But Adam was sure that, that feeling he got, was not due to love, whatever it was.

Should he have been scared of the woman, considering all her weirdness?

But how can one ever be afraid of such an angel, whose face was drown in peace and passion?

At last, despite everything that was going on his mind, Adam finally fell asleep, burnt the night, and reached the day.

As the sun shown its way toward Adam's eyes, he slowly opened his eyes for the sun.

But the sun wasn't what he was faced with.

It was Irene.

She had pulled away the windows' curtains, and was staring at the day before her.

But truth to be told, she was indeed just as beautiful as the sun. The only difference was that you never wanted to look away.

But these weren't Adam's thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, becoming uncomfortable quickly.

"I made you breakfast." Said Irene, not glancing away from the window.

Adam frowned, but when he turned around, he saw a plate full of delicious looking foods on the small table beside his bed, and his frown immediately transformed into a smile.

"Uh... Thank you." He said in amusement.

Irene turned her face toward him and smiled. She then walked over the bed and sat bellow Adam.

"Go on." She pointed at the plate with her head. "Try a bit."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Adam laughed lightly before he sat up completely, leaning forward, and taking the plate in his hands.

He placed it on his lap, and looked over at the large and colorful plate. There were all sorts of things in there, from olives and grapes to weird looking beefs.

"How did you–"

"–If you ask, you'll never know."

By one last glance at her, Adam took the fork and the knife and took a bite from the beef, as Irene watched him warily.

A few short seconds passed, and Adam stopped in his tracks.

"Wow," was all he managed to say.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no! It's just that– It tastes wonderful! How did you make this– no, never mind that. Where did you get these? Olives? Grapes? Beefs? I didn't have them in my fridge–"

"–Today's a beautiful day, don't you agree?" Said Irene, spinning her head a bit, and looking in the window's direction.

Adam wanted to retort as to why she had changed the subject again. But he decided against it and smiled, "I bet you anything that tonight would be even more beautiful."

"Why's that?" Irene asked, looking back at him.

"Tonight the moon is in its full state. I alway admire that sight." Adam went to take another bite from his beef, but when he heard no respond from Irene, he raised his head to look at her.

But she had her gaze fixed on her lap, looking completely worried.

"Irene?" Adam called in concern. "What's wrong?"

"What?" She raised her head. "Oh– um... Nothing." She shook her head and smiled. "Anyway, enjoy your meal."

"Where are you going?" Adam asked as she stood up from the bed and started toward the room's door.

But Irene didn't answer.

Adam raised his hand to pick an olive, but as he was about to place it in his mouth, he changed his mind, and decided to go after Irene instead.

What was with her sudden change?

He then placed the plate aside and followed Irene's steps out of the room.

"Irene?" He called, but no one answered.

He called again and again, but the only respond he got was from the silence which had filled the house.

He searched the entire place, but it was as if the earth had been torn apart and swallowed her in.

"IRENE?"

Silence...