Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

"By the way, Ksara, don't kill that man. It's not his time yet, don't be in a hurry because death might start here in our place." I close my eyes as I remember what my father told me before I left our place. Damn! "Put that here." I said and pointed his nose down to his lips, I closed my eyes in great annoyance when he put the handkerchief on and then let go, stupid not to tie it. Where is this man's brain? "That's how it is, Your Majesty." I said and took the handkerchief from him then went behind him then adjusted the handkerchief and covered his nose down to his lips, I tightly tied the handkerchief to him because I was so annoyed.

"Thank you. Uhm... I'll be in my room." "Sure." Ivy searched her drawers until she found what she was looking for. It was the handkerchief Alexander gave her, the day his car almost hit her. ~flashback~ Alexander used his handkerchief to clean her up and then gave it to her. "You can have it. Please take good care of yourself. Goodbye, and be careful."He said. ~back to reality~ Ivy trailed his initials that was inscribed on the handkerchief, with her thumb, and she sniffed the scent in. It still smelled just the way it did, back then.

A few steps away from the gate of the house, she felt a grip on her hand as she was about to cross the road. She turned back to see in handkerchief before her. Raising her head, she confirmed that the hand that had held out the handkerchief to her was not different from whom she had thought it to be. They were the same hands that had offered her a handkerchief the first time she needed them too. Accepting the handkerchief, she used it to dry the tears by the corner of her eyes but no sooner did she do that did it trigger the others that had been held back in.

She asked as she blinked her eyes. “It is not. Just wipe your tears, please. People will start assuming I hit you or you caught me cheating or something,” I frowned and moved my hand away from her. “Uhm… do… Do you have another handkerchief? This one is wet,” she pressed her lips together. “Handkerchief? I gave you the one I have already,” I shrugged my shoulders off. “Gentlemen should have two handkerchiefs in their pocket, courtesy demands that.”

Her eyes watered and her head spun. The man chuckled, extending a checkered handkerchief that appeared from nowhere. “It is an acquired taste.” She took it from him and dabbed at her chin and her eyes before slipping it into his shirt's pocket, giving him a nasty smile she had never dared giving anyone before. “And you?”

He reached into his pocket and retrieved a white handkerchief. I shook my head, but when I tried to stand my body felt like an anchor had been tied around my waist and was pulling me down into the unexplored depths of the ocean. “What did you do?” I whispered. He brought the handkerchief to my mouth and pressed hard. No! I can’t let him take me. He’s going to open all the portals and kill me! The handkerchief was soaked in a metallic chemical. It went straight to my head, and my vision blurred.

I cried to her. "It's okay, probably we can ask for help," Natalia said; trying to cheer me up. I slowly moved my body away from her and nodded as I gently removed the handkerchief from my head. It was around my head for too long. It was making my hair sweaty and made me felt uncomfortable. My curl, thick, red hair dropped against my shoulder the moment I did; happy to be free from the handkerchief.

I closed my eyes for a moment to calm my breathing and stop my head from spinning even more. A soft groan escaped my lips as my body hurt everywhere. From legs to back to head to feet, all I was feeling was pain. Not a single part of my body felt fine. Even standing like this felt like a punishment to me. I slowly reached out and pressed my hand against my head to just stop this headache, but the skin felt warm and sticky instead. Blood. I knew. I could feel it. My heartbeat quickened in panic instantly. I was still bleeding, for God's sake. If it kept going like this, I wouldn’t make it. I had to do something. I reached out for my clothes, hoping I would still have my handkerchief or scarf

Micah, please tell me you’re wearing that handkerchief I gave you. I can practically hear his eye-roll. Yes, weirdo. I’m wearing the damn handkerchief. For all the grief you’re giving me, I should stuff it in my back pocket so you get all my ass sweat scent. Or maybe my armpit. Let it soak real nice. My voice turns sugar-sweet. You do that, and I’ll let my shadow loose in your room to do as it pleases. The disgusted shiver that hits through the link tells me I got him. Fine. I have it wrapped around my neck. It'll smell a little like sweat, but mostly just me. Happy?

But the handkerchief clutched tight in my hands carried that undeniable scent. I glanced back one last time before getting out. Xavier didn’t move. I tightly wrapped in my coat, handkerchief pressed to my forehead, and that lingering scent… it swirled in my senses, unsettled and impossible to shake.