I Met A Man That Wasn't There Novels & Stories

Great, just great. But where did he go? There was no street around which he could turn and that guy was totally different. Am I hallucinating? What the hell is even happening? Weird incidents have started to happen ever since I've met him.

I leaned my head back against the cabinet. “That doesn’t even make sense.” “Maybe not,” she said. “Still happened.” I didn’t respond right away. It didn’t fit. The version of him I remembered didn’t match that. But— I pushed the thought aside before it could settle. “You’re ridiculous,” I said. “Maybe.” Then, brighter again, “So when do I meet him?” “You’re not meeting him.” “That sounds temporary.” Before I could respond, my phone buzzed again in my hand.

Maybe I should be grateful I didn’t wake up gasping for air, reaching for someone who was no longer there. Instead, I woke up to an emptiness so heavy it pressed against my ribs. The moment I opened my eyes, my mind went back to yesterday at the park. To the way my world had tilted when I saw that man’s back. The broad shoulders. The confident stance. The slight turn of his head. Everything about him had screamed Cross. But then he was gone. Like a ghost. Like a cruel joke. Maybe I really was losing my mind. I pulled the sheets over my face, trying to suffocate the nagging voice that whispered, “what if it was really him?’

But you can't help yourself when someone only from your past calls you in desperation. So I went to meet the people who had told me about my next-door aunt.We went there in such a hurry, thinking something bad had happened, but the scene in front of us was saving something different, and she was laughing with that man. Wait, I know that man. Oh my god. What is he doing here? I looked at them. They seemed as surprised as I was to see that man there. I wished I could have not made that mistake that day. I should not have taken that decision. I wish I could turn time back. With that thought, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy, and everything went pitch black.

I was about to pull out the gun that was tucked in my side when I caught sight of a man looking at me with a smile drawn from the side of his lips as if he was insulting me. Who is he? who is that man why can he look at me like that? have we met before? I wondered to myself as I was still staring at him. I let go of the gun and rubbed my eyes with my own hands. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly disappeared from my sight. where is he? where did he go? I asked from my mind. I looked all around me but I couldn't catch him. Where did that man go? I was still looking around and trying to find him among the people there. But I was stunned and stopped walking, when suddenly everything went silent

“Back to North America. Your last time there was around five months ago, wasn’t it?” “Six,” I corrected him. And I remember every detail about it because it’s replayed in my mind over and over again. Specifically, the details about that woman I met, but unfortunately never had a chance to know because she disappeared into thin air. No traces of her. Gone, as if she was never even there in the first place and sometimes I do wonder if that was the case. I wonder if I had just made her up. If I had just hallucinated some kind of connection with a woman in desperation to find my true mate out there.

I flinched when I saw the plate number. Oh shit! It's my husband's car! I'm doomed! Does he recognize me? The window slides downward, and I saw a man who is probably in his forties. He looked at me with a gentle smile as he greeted, "Good evening Miss, why are you standing here all alone? Are you missing? You looked troubled." Wait, what?! Isn't he working with my husband? How come he didn't recognize me? Is it because I look different when I styled myself?

"I don't know you! I've never seen you before in my life!" The man's smile faded, replaced by something darker. "Really? You're going to play this game with me?" "I'm not playing anything!" I was getting scared now. This man clearly thought he knew me, thought we had some kind of agreement, but I had no memory of him at all. "You have me confused with someone else."

I looked around once more. Everyone seemed to be finding their relatives, their friends. Everyone, except that man. He was still on the phone, his expression clouded with confusion. Then, our eyes met. My stomach twisted. “Ah... I think I saw your aunt. Where are you, my love?” I kept staring at him. That couldn’t be. Two Maria Vitórias at the same bus station? Two people waiting for them? It felt like a joke. “Aunt? What aunt?” I frowned. “Aunt Lena didn’t come. Tell me where you are.”

The tall, tanned, muscular… He looked like someone I’d seen before—someone who had made my pulse quicken once. But I refused to believe it. Maybe it was just the dim evening light playing tricks on me “What do you want, Mr. Man?"My voice rang like lightning as memories of where we'd met played in my head. My puffy eyes and hoarse voice were the last things I cared about at that point. He was the player guy! The guy I'd almost approached for his phone number.