Chapter 2 It was like a dream

"Silver?....Hello, Silver!" A feminine voice aproached repeatedly at the ears of Silver. The harsh sounds of the pouring rain, immediately showers outside. Right the second Kenya had just swiftly walked in soaking wet. Very slowly to Silver, his hearing is only poorly coming back.

"It's look's like I'm talking to myself here" She softly complain's alone. Not loud enough for the next person to hear. Devoted to hurriedly place away the oversize grocery bag. In her heart she's hoping Silver might offer to take them away as usual but that clearly was in her wildest dreams. Since she hasn't noticed Silver intently to realise he was only a statue at the grey couch in the lounge.

"I saw Becca at the Vickie's Tacos today, she never mentioned she'd give you keys" She spoke sharply with her sweet pitch, feminine voice. While taking off her shoes. She was clearly one of those soprano voices. Especially when she's been running, fast walking or under pressure. Strangely her voice intend's to be more hyper when her chest keeps closing in, with light gasps altogether, expelling from her breath. You can tell that she was fast walking all the way to their grany flat.

"Whoa! now I definitely need your help"

The bun almost fell out of the bag when Kenya was still trying to place everything in order, in a span of a minute. Putting away other necessities she carried roughly along the way. Piling them on top of the tiny table next to the doorway.

Until so quickly it dawns to her in that scrap of a minute, that Silver hasn't flinched on the couch. Usually his always the welcoming one, always open on helping out. And she quickly remembers the glimpse of something he has on his hands. The always suspicious and secretive Kenya rapidly bounces back from her insticts.To everything that glimpses like a paper to Kenya, held by anyone is so sensitive on her to whomever walks in here.

Her big upturned eyes popped out so wide to the grey couch direction. While she slowly continued to sift her drenching Afro. Smacking all the drops as some even fled to Silver's right arm and silently slept on it. Slowly they devoured rolling down to his skin and It's just reminded him that he really isn't dreaming and his too sure she was never going to say sorry for it.

"You so quiet today, you've been staring that document pa–per...." Her sharp brown eyes quickly zoomed passed to his thumb and immediately her stomach intestines, tightened like she has been punched and her energy level dropped like it will result to her death bed,

"Oh wait, Is that a diary?"

But Silver remains to be sat blankly, morosing at the TV screen as he sneered like he was being born again. It's all the clear confirmation now. "So....you familiar with it?" He flatly asked. Finally ready to lift his head up and gaze at his most beloved soon to be Sister-in-law.

And the second their eyes finally clashed, by the look at Silver's shimmering eyeballs, reflecting little waters that's was aproaching to surface out, instinguished by some burning mystery of feelings that Kenya couldn't comprehend.

There we're no longer crystal white like his usual first glance that would always captivate's every lady he meets. Humbly golden brown when his sat at the deamed room, but interestingly Hazel when his exposed at the sun. Oh yes, surprisingly Kenya knew all his pupils colours, and nobody knew that she did.

Although this time Kenya couldn't understand the colour that's there were at this moment and they were sharply burning a profound redness.

A deep dark, colour hovered in his iris. Even so; they we're so rapid to connect to her subconscious insticts and she just immediately downcasted her own to the floor, like she already knew the meaning.

The visible heave of Kenya's chest start's to be noticeable as she drags to say the next words. Wrestling to stay calm and responds back. Being consumed by a thousands of questions that's are screaming in her head. "Did he really read it? What will I do if he did? No he didn't, damnit Kenya! how can you forget your diary! He couldn't read it. It's a diary, nobody reads diaries" Swiftly she breakthrough verbally and harshly exclaimes,

"That's my diary!, what are you doing!" Her long legs in grey jeans, shockingly speeds off to him. Ditching her brown coat down and her one sneaker from Nike, still hanging on the one left foot. Hurrying like her feet we're never swollen from standing 8 hours at the Hotel. Waitressing her last shift, last night and from standing the longest Qui at the Home affairs this morning just to apply for a new National I.D that she unfortunately lost at the Cab, she believes. And not to mention the Qui at the Food's Market she visited today just to purchase grocery.

With so much speed her feet slightly trips from such careless without even surveying her surroundings on the lounge by the teddy bear she got early this February from Jake, especially for the upcoming Valentine's day. Tangles her feet and her whole mass of the body fumbles almost trashing to Silver's exact seat but her hand stabilize's her captive. Thats how she woke up, finding herself rising up into Silver's chest. Her hand postured exactly to lean and block before they could clash into each other's flesh.

Now they are face to face, slowly Kenya expels a bated breath. Rising up to the Silver's eyes upclose and his not entertained at all. She quickly tossed away her hand from his bold, mainly chest. The creeps flushing in her skin, rapidly runs through her veins as she slightly shakes off her shoulders with her eyes again and rudely snatched away the brown, silihouttes diary in Silver's left hand.

Speechless moment hushes at the big walls of the lounge only for seven seconds, before Kenya murmmered,

"You can't just pick up somebody's diary, what the heck?"

She said this while her eye sight still so attached to the floor. Her heart's beating so fast that her knees are yielding to jerk. Haunted by the unknowing of what really happened for these past hours after she left. Or perhaps this very minute she caught him glued at it. But for what her fingers are feeling, sliding at the wet hard cover of her diary, astonishes her; wondering if he just poured water over it.

Silences slowly streches as she steals a gaze at his hands and her eyebrows pushes together. Realising his veins were naked wild and throbbing across his wrists. By the looks of his hands abnormal wetness, it's all clear that it's his sweats that's were imprinted to her diary's cover. She tries to convince herself that it may be that he comes from the gym but within her inner self she's aware that's not true. She knows Silver very well than she let's on. Silver quickly nods as he realises in that twelve seconds after listening to her statement. That she'll never have a clue of what just happened.

While both on standby, from her side it's hard to even flinch now. Kenya silently notices his hands suddenly disapearing from his track pants, deep in his pockets. The volume of his breathing breasking notes. His sweaty hands is the confirmation of his agitated energy. She's grasping all that while her eyes were still frozen down, clutching the same diary and all she could analyse was his body downward. At that exact moment, she finally realises what just happened.

Silver swifly leaves her on the spot, like the wind scratching him out as if he was never there to begin with. With no small report from him said to farewell his Sister-in law.

"Silver" Kenya calls out on him, but her feet becomes a concrete mud to even shift a bone forth so she could aproach and explain to him. "Sil...."