The darkness of the cave was nothing for Daniella, she was used of darkness but she's concerned about the boy. He dropped her to the ground and lay next to her, both of their backs were leaning against the cold rock of the cave.
Sounds were coming from the bats as well as the sound of the water dripping from somewhere.
Daniella stretched her legs, and soon she felt a head on her shoulder.
It was the boy's forehead leaning on her, she felt his sweat on her skin, she could hear the pain in his breathing.
Daniella groaned as well, the wound on her waist started to bleed and she could feel that soon she'll pass out.
"Hey," the boy called her out. She could feel him moving his face away from her shoulder.
Daniella turned to look at him and the only thing she could see was his eyes.
They were brown and deep, "don't sleep. My friends and your brother will be here soon."
She nodded in response. As she was about to speak, the boy suddenly leaned closer and bumped their foreheads.
"Youre burning," he said in concern but their position remained.
This was the first time Daniella had someone so close to her face, and it brought an odd feeling inside.
She gulped hard, the boy had his eyes closed and she wished that she could see his eyes again and check his past.
She felt his heavy breathing, seemed like the boy had fallen asleep.
Her heart pounded while her hand lifted to touch his cheek which was wet from his sweat. Slowly, her hand moved to his lips. Curiosity arose in her mind.
She had watched people doing intimate things in the bas.e.m.e.nt, the doctor had her watched it to see how her brain would react to certain actions.
She gulped hard, she knew what kiss was but had never done it before.
As the curiosity grew in her mind, Daniella moved closer and touched the boy's lips with hers.
After she felt the softness of his lips, Daniella retracted.
Then the boy suddenly laughed.
"Why did you kiss me?" he asked.
Daniella blushed, deep inside she's thankful that the cave was dark.
"I am just curious," she said.
"What's your name?" she asked after a long silence.
But the boy didn't get a chance to answer her as he had fallen asleep.
Daniella sighed, closed her eyes and waited for the rescue.
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Daniella was pulled back from reminiscing the past when Evan suddenly sat on the bed she was lying on. She sat up, folded her legs and sat on her heels.
She was met by Evan's narrowed eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Evan frowned, "you kissed a boy?"
Daniella blinked, dumbfounded that will all the things she told, the only thing he remembered was the time she kissed a boy.
"It was a thank-you kiss."
Evan rose a brow, he scoffed once and got up.
With her brows creasing, Daniella ran to Evan who was walking towards the door.
Her hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him from opening the door.
"Don't leave me here," she said faintly.
Evan sighed and turned around, jealousy was visible in his eyes.
"I won't leave you Daniella but seriously, why did you kiss the boy?"
Seeing the anger burning in his eyes, Daniella realized that he was just jealous.
She smiled at him, "don't worry, it was a quick one."
He nodded, turned to face her completely and lay a hand on her head, he tapped it twice lightly while his face scrunched up indifferently.
"You don't like him, do you?"
Daniella shook her head vigorously.
"No, I think he's even dead," she said casually.
"So, if he's not dead, would you like him?"
Daniella bit her lips and it showed the two deep dimples on her cheeks.
"If I didn't meet you, and he's alive then maybe," she shrugged, "I don't want to lie, he saved me so if he's alive then yes, I would probably love him."
Hearing those words has throbbed a pain in Evan's heart. He gulped hard and pulled her to his chest.
"Then, I am thankful that I met you and he's dead," he whispered.
Daniella retracted from his embrace, she looked up to meet his eyes.
"Do you remember the letter that was in the envelope?" she asked about the letter that James gave together with their photo.
Evan's brows furrowed, it was not a letter just a word.
He shook his head as a response.
"Daisy," Daniella said firmly, "I am known as Daisy by a few people."
As the confusion filled Evan's mind, his hands went to Daniella's shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
Daniella sighed; her name Daisy was like a myth to some people that haven't had a chance to talk to her. She was called a ghost flower underground; Ken knew about her and she's certain that Evan has heard of the woman who gives favor to certain people.
"Have you ever heard of the woman who gives out favor? The woman who can make a person disappear, the one who-"
"I have heard of her. But I don't think she's real if you are thinking about asking for her help, it's impossible-"
They both cut each other's words, while the confusion in Evan's mind grew rapidly by the grave expression on Daniella's face.
"I am her."
And that was it, both of them became silent.
Evan blinked, still trying to process what he just heard. He knew about the woman, but it was a myth in underground just like a fairy tale.
No one has seen the woman yet her accomplishment was everywhere.
When a powerful person disappeared, people would say that it was that woman's doing.
When a bank heist was successful, people would say that the robber might have gotten helped from the woman.
If one wants to ask for her help, they would need to know people who know people that got helped from her.
And the people who got helped from her have always had their lips glued. Even torture or death could not reveal her identity,