GAURUB CITY
2050
Aida
I pore over the parchment splayed in front of me, poring over the items displayed on the table as I appraised them, another overtime because I have been told to work after work hours.
Just the vase alone will fetch a handsome price come next auction. I sigh, and absent-minded run a hand on the pink jade that hangs from a fragile golden chain fashioned in the shape of a of a wing that ends in sharp tips. I don't know why, but touching it always bring loads of comfort for me.I adjusted my magnifying glasses and stared at the jade bracelet with the tiny inscription written in a language I can't seem to decipher.
I don't know how they got their hands on these items. I heard the acquisition department being very excited to receive a package from a mysterious seller, who wouldn't give their name, but ends up settling for being anonymous, they didn't care, just too excited to lay their hands on something ancient.I couldn't blame them, I hum with excitement touching these items, somehow poring over ancient things always make me feel right at home. Always have. It's better than…
I banish the haunting thoughts, and focussed on my tasks. The door opens, and the scent of pine and rain forest wafts into my nostrils. I try not to lift my head up, but I couldn't stop myself, our eyes clashed, light-brown eyes meet my mirror-dark eyes. Tall with jet-black hair, light-broun liquid eyes, and an angular face that belongs to a god's, his frame is lithe and lean, disguising the strength in his limbs.Then my gaze falls on the pale hand that clutch him like a lifeline, I follow them to a small, beautiful face, almond-tilted eyes, small nose and a rippling sheet of deadly straight hair that kiss her tail bone. She wears a beautiful dress, the color of dried blood, matching shoes and bag. Her lips a bloody wound on her face.
I duck my head and go back to work. I will be a fool to think that he remembers me, somehow, I think it's better that way. Who'll ever remember me? I'm part of the labor force of their empire, if I was him I will never remember a dark-skinned girl part of the labor force.
"Ah Mister Jingh'an, this is the appraising department, we've just acquired these items, if you are interested, I can show you."
"By all means Mister Xi." "Thank you."Mister Xi strides forward making a beeline for my table, I tensed not knowing what to do. Would he remember me? Would he snub me? the bracelet shakes in my hand, as they neared the table. Sweat trails from my temple, past my lips and drip on the parchment. Mister Xi stops at my table, I cast my gaze down and wish to everything in me that he does not notice me, even though a part of me wishes that he recognizes me, to acknowledge me. that part recoils away from me when I tried to let it know that it's best that he does not. If the look of the untouchable beauty beside him clutching him like a lifeline is any indication.
"Do I know you?"I stiffened and duck my head lower. My hand shakes so hard the bracelet falls from my grip and shatters into tiny unsalvageable pieces.