Blanca and her Granny got in the car. Through her film of tears, she looked at the young man sitting in front. He didnât say a word, his lips tight, as cold as the weather outside.
But the boyâs hand had been warm when he pulled her up. His heart must be warm as well.
Just like how warm it had just been...
Blanca snuggled her face closer into Matthewâs palm, like a kitten.
The soft touch on his skin softened Matthewâs heart even further. âBlanca. Blanca.â
She finally opened her moist eyes and looked at Matthew before her.
The image of the boy in her memories slowly overlapped with the person before her.
She sat up sharply and leapt into Matthewâs arms, hugging his neck tightly.
âThank you...â
Both she and her grandmother had been saved that day, but she hadnât seen that boy again. Sheâd been too young and in too much of a panic to even say thank you.
Matthew, though, didnât know what Blanca had dreamed, and didnât know why sheâd suddenly thanked him. He thought she was thanking her for saving him.
He stroked her back lightly. âWhat are you thanking your own husband for?â
Blanca jolted and managed to extract herself from the muddy waters of the dream.
She wiped her tears off hastily and let Matthew go.
âI ... I had a dream.â
âWhat did you dream of?â
When she hugged him, she seemed to have mistaken him for someone else, heâd actually felt a bit jealous. But since Blanca had been through so much, and she was sick, he didnât put her to the question.
Blanca was about to describe her dream when she looked at Matthewâs face and froze.
She didnât quite remember that boyâs appearance. All those years had passed, after all. That dream back there, though, seemed to awaken her memories.
The young man had resembled Matthew somewhat...
âAbout twelve years ago, do you remember helping an old woman? It was a snowy day.â
When Blanca finished, Matthew couldnât help but narrow his eyes. âYou were the little girl back then?â
Blanca hadnât even told him that the old woman had a granddaughter, but Matthew had just up and asked her if she was that little girl back then â
which meant that he was really the boy back then!
âSo it really was you.â
Matthew smiled. âSeems like weâre fated to be together.â
Blanca blushed. She did feel that way at this moment.
Only, Matthew had been so kind back then!
And now...
Well, how was she supposed to put it â he wasnât a bad person and heâd treated her to meals and put her in nice homes. Every time she asked something of him, though, he set terms and conditions, and heâd even had her do the food delivery job! That was too far!
âWhat, so moved you donât know what to say?â Matthew chuckled.
He was quite happy at the moment. The girl heâd saved back then had left a strong impression on him too. Heâd just gotten second place in an exam, not first, and his father had chewed him out for it.
Heâd been devastated back then, but the girl made him feel like he wasnât so bad. When she looked at him, her eyes had sparkled with pure gratefulness and liking. He remembered that look even now.
He finally knew why he felt so special with Blanca. It was probably those familiar eyes.
âIâm not moved! I just feel like itâs really surprising how much people can change.â
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