A Memory In Blue

~ Adrain ~

I laughed at my reflection in the mirror, seeing how the all-blue outfit I wore looked.

Blue was Charlotte's favorite color, and I wanted to surprise her with the all-blue outfit.

I rang the alarm, and Austin walked in.

“I wouldn’t be back till night. I have somewhere very important to be.” I stashed and took my car keys.

"Just ensure Emilia is safe and doesn't leave the pack.”

Austin nodded without saying a word.

"You can leave Austin."

He nodded again and turned to leave but stopped and turned to me.

“Alpha, the pack members are not safe. The curse lingers in the air, and nobody knows who might be affected next.” He explained.

"The curse isn’t effective any longer, Austin." I dropped my car keys back on the desk and inched closer to where he stood.

“It ended the moment Emilia stepped into the pack. A dead omega was revived after she arrived, don’t you get it?" I said, trying to make him see reasons.

“Just invite the priestess, Alpha. She would have a better explanation."

“I won’t." I went back to my desk and took my car key.

“She isn’t needed, Austin. Just leave and make sure Emilia is safe. " I declared.

He heaved heavily and headed out, already seeing I wouldn’t budge to his demands. I have never and will never go back on my words. He knew better.

*******

I stamped my feet, eagerly waiting for Charlotte to appear. This has been three hours since I arrived, but she isn’t here yet.

Panic clawed at my throat, and I wondered what exactly would be holding her.

What if her father's enemies found her and wants to get rid of her?

What if she was caught and killed by some unknown people?

I sipped on my drink, shaking off the negative thoughts that were crawling in.

I gulped down the last content in the glass and stood up to leave when the door creaked open.

Charlotte walked in; she was dressed in a blue floral gown.

My mouth fell open as I starred at her dreamingly. Her hair was still the same, brunette hair, the very first thing I loved about her; her brown eyes were still there, complementing her hair color.

“Charlotte." I mumbled; the thought of crushing my lips against hers clouded my emotions.

She blinked and glanced away, noticing my piercing gaze.

"Come sit."

She tipped her head down and came to sit next to me.

I shut my eyes tightly, inhaling her scent. Charlotte smelled really nice and clean, like always.

"I’m glad you wore my best-colored outfit, Adrain.” She smiled, her voice reminding me of the last time we met.

“I’m glad it makes you feel good.” I spoke, relieved she finally came.

She actually took the ‘don’t dress tacky’ thing serious. That was unlike Charlotte anyways; she never really did oblige to things that fast. It seems her father's death and pack disorder disrupted all of that.

“Old ways changed.” I glanced at her.

"Never going to believe Charlotte now hates smoking; didn’t hesitate to listen to my command on dressing well.” I laughed.

Her face remained still; she didn’t laugh or smile.

"You wanted me here, Adrain, so let's get into your reason for it.”

I was pissed by her last statement.

“What do you mean, Charlotte? It's been six whole years. Six good years we never got to see, and you sit here telling me to get into my reason for inviting you." I gritted out.

"It's fine if you don’t want to see me; you can take your leave.” I stood up.

“You know me too well, Adrain; I don’t do jokes. You invited me here and I have to reschedule myself and take the next flight from Solana to here. You have to get into your reasons for inviting me and drop the compliments already.” She snorted and also stood from her seat.

Damn it! Guess I was wrong; Charlotte will never get to change her ways. Still stubborn as ever.

I walked over to the desk and sat down.

Charlotte walked up to the front and brought out an envelope from the bag, placing it on my table.

“You can go through them whenever you are free; remember not to invite me again if you haven’t concluded with it yet.” She sighed and turned to the door.

"Wait, Charlotte." I rose from the chair.

“So this is about it. About the deals and the money?" I smirked in pain.

“You wouldn’t have reached out the first time I put it out there that I wanted to find you. You shouldn’t have appeared then.” I barked and took a few steps to where she stood.

“I’m not doing it for just the money and deals, Adrain. My father, my father's legacy is more important.” She defended.

I nodded and walked back to the desk. I took the envelope and pulled out the contents. Stack of brown papers that looked old and weary.

I dropped the papers back on the desk and wanted to drop the envelope when a little piece of photo dropped from it onto the floor.

I bent and picked it up.

A half-burnt photo of Charlotte and me when we were kids; we held each other's hands, staring at the moonlight.

It was a piece of drawing made by Charlotte; her drawing skills were exceptional.

I took my eyes away from the photo, and my gaze rested on Charlotte. I glanced at her then back at the photo.

I walked over to where she stood and held her hands, closing the gap between us.

She backed away when my body touched hers, and I walked up again. She backed away till she was braced up against the wall.

I settled in front of her, using my thumb to part her lips.

“I miss seeing your drawings, Charlotte."

She widened her eyes over my sudden actions.

I really did miss Charlotte. I knew I never confessed love to her, but Sue knew how dear we were to each other.