lost in the past

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basically i took my friend and a boy she knows and turned it into a lovish kind of story..she's defo going to kill when she finds out what I've done but until then tell me what you think..:)..inspiration is inspiration....

Submitted: July 27, 2012

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Lydia rubbed her arms as the sharp wind blew.

“This is stupid.” She told herself.

She had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes now, and there was no sign of that strange guy.

Maybe her friends were right, that she had imagined it all.

She shook her head.

Hardly, she definitely didn’t make him up. How could her imagination be that cruel to her?

She had spoken to him. Had a full blown conversation on, well everything. It was the weirdest thing she had ever experienced.

It was as if he just appeared out of air.

There one minute and then when her lift arrive gone the next.

No, her friends were wrong she neither imagined it nor was she drunk.

As they had suggested various times to her.

This guy was the real deal. Tonight she was going to prove it to the girls.

“Ok Lydia just give up he’s not here. I want to go to the nightclub already! We’ve been standing outside this place forever.” She gestured dramatically to the castle that dominated the sky behind them. “Everyone’s that way.” She said pointing towards the other end of the town. “Let’s just go before they disappear as well.”

Her friend pulled a face.

Her two other friends stood beside her and watched intently. They too wanted to go to the club.

Lydia shook her head.

“No I’m certain he’s going to turn up. Ye can go on if you want.”

Another of Lydia’s friends spoke.

Her eyes were wide.

“Lydia are you mad! There is no way we are leaving you here standing by yourself. Who knows what creeps could turn up? We’re staying.”

She eyed the first friend. The friend pulled a face then mumbled.

“Yeah we’re staying.”

Lydia shrugged.

“Look I’ll be fine. Go ahead. If he doesn’t turn up in the next ten minutes I’m going to call my mam. Head home. Go on before the club closes its doors.”

The second friend crossed her arms.

“Have you seen how you’re dressed? You look like your heading to the club. You can’t just stand here on your own. You’re like a walking mug me sign.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. It was Kilkenny not inner Dublin City.

“Will you just go? I’ll be fine. Ten more minutes and I’m going home whether he turns up or not.”

She pushed her friends down the pathway a bit.

“Go have fun!” she insisted.

Finally her second friend gave up.

“Fine. If you say so” she slapped her hands against her thighs in surrender. “But” she pointed to Lydia. “Ten minutes. I’m going to ring you to check up. If you don’t answer I’m calling 911 and reporting a kidnap. You hear me?”

“Fine whatever call the Pope if it’ll make you feel better. Just go now you’re starting to bug me.” she smiled.

She waved her friends off as they crossed the road and headed down into the bright city street.

The same wind blew again causing goose bumps to rise on her skin.

Why hadn’t she brought a coat?

Becoming conscious of the silence around her she took in all of her surroundings. The street she stood on was deserted as far as she could make out. The air was sharp and the dress she wore did nothing to maintain her body heat.

“Ten minutes that’s all I’m waiting” she said to herself. She wrapped her arms tighter to her chest. Was he even going to turn up?

She had to prepare herself for the fact that, like those other nights out, where she craned her neck searching for this stranger, she was going to be left disappointed again.

She let out a deep sigh. Her breath visible from how cold it was.

“Well are you going to leave me waiting another night?” she asked nobody in particular.

“Another night? Have I done this before?” a voice asked.

Lydia jumped. She had not expected anybody to answer her. Quickly she swung around. The voice had come from behind her.

A familiar face smiled at her. His brown eyes reflecting the orange glow of the street lamp they stood beside.

Lydia felt the heat rise to her cheeks.

“No .” she fumbled while avoiding eye contact with him. “No, it’s just that, well I haven’t seen you since that night you waited here with me for my lift.”

His smile never left his face. Lydia didn’t dare make eye contact with him, she felt too embarrassed to. She could feel him move closer to her.

Her heartbeat beat faster in her chest. She hoped he couldn’t hear it as much as she could in her ears.

The boy reached his hand out and lifted Lydia’s face up so that their eyes finally met.

“Lydia Darcy have you been looking for me?” his voice was slightly accented.

He touch burned against her skin. She didn’t feel the harsh cold of the night so much.

His dark eyes smiled down at her.

“No.” she lied.

Why would she admit that? It made her sound like a stalker.

“Oh really? So you haven’t been asking around about me in the nightclub then no?”

There was a hint of cheekiness to his smile.

Lydia took a step back allowing her acquaintance’s hand to drop back to his side.

He kept the eye contact.

So he knew Lydia had been asking about him. Did that mean he had been out those nights? Nobody had seemed to be able put a face to this guy, which meant the only way he’d have known about her snooping was if he had been there first hand to see her do it.

“Of course I was asking about you. I wanted to thank you for sitting with me that night. That’s all.”

She wasn’t going to add the fact she found something wonderfully attractive about him. Or the fact she found him quite charming. Or that his eyes were amazing. NO that was something she’d keep to herself.

Without any consideration for her personal space, the boy moved closer to her.

“Oh I see. Well you were definitely looking in the wrong place. I don’t go to clubs much.”

His warm breath caressed her cheeks. He was too close to her and yet she didn’t feel intimidated by his presence.

She swallowed a lump that was rising in her throat. Her heart beat louder.

“Oh” was all Lydia found herself saying.

She was slightly overwhelmed by the fact he was actually standing right in front of her. He was definitely not a figment of her imagination or something alcohol had conjured up. This guy was real. She had felt his breath against her cold skin.

His solid tanned hand against her cheek.

She was tempted to reach out and prove that he was real.

A hand took her hand, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She looked down to see the boy had taken it.

“Come with me.” was all he said.

Lydia hesitated for a minute. Was that a good idea? To follow some guy she barely even knew?

When he moved, she didn’t.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

She hadn’t let go of his hand yet.

He furrowed his eyebrow.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to kill you. I want to show you something.”

Again when the boy pulled her she didn’t move.

“But I don’t know anything about you. Don’t you find that odd? You know my name.” She raised her eyebrow as she tried to push the point.

They were practically strangers to one another.

The boy laughed a little.

“Lydia Darcy you are a very cautious girl aren’t you.” He sounded amused.

She blushed. His finger tips were on her face.

“I like it when you blush.” He told her.

Lydia stared at him incredulously. Was this guy for real? If any other guy had said that to her she would have laughed at him. Yet she hadn’t found the words funny when this guy, who she barely knew had said them. Instead she had found his words almost charming.

She placed the palm of her free hand against her warm cheek. She welcomed the coldness of her fingers as they cooled her burning cheeks.

“But you see I don’t know you.” She tried again.

Although she felt inside her that this guy was not going to give up.

“That’s because you haven’t asked me anything yet.”

This time when he pulled, Lydia’s feet seemed to involuntarily move. This was madness where were they even going?

She quickened her pace so that she was walking right beside him. Only then was she aware that she had not let go of his hand.

If anybody saw them now. The thought made her blush again.

“What are you thinking about?” The boy asked her as they walked silently together.

He led her towards gates. Gates that opened into the Castle.

Before she could answer his first question, which she hadn’t planned on answering truthfully, she said,

“Why are we standing at the gates? The place is closed.”

The boy let her hand go for a moment as he pushed the gates. They opened up as he did.

Lydia stood there watching.

“The gates opened? I’m more than certain they close the grounds at night.”

She watched as the boy made his way inside.

“What are you doing?” She whispered. “That’s trespassing!”

The boy just smiled and gestured his hand out for her to take it. She stood where she was. Regardless of how charming he was, she was not about to break the law for that reason alone.

She shook her head.

“No, you can just forget about it. I’m not getting into trouble with the Guards.”

She turned on her heel. It had been a stupid idea. Why had she gone along with him? She should have known he was too good to be true.

“Lydia?” he sounded confused.

She turned around. Her body bumped into something solid. She had not expected him to be so close to her. She hadn’t even heard his footsteps move towards her. His hands moved up onto her waist.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

Lydia was caught off guard by the intimacy of their embrace. She pulled back creating space between them.

Gathering herself she looked at him.

“That’s trespassing. As in you’re not allowed in there.”

It was as if her words flew over his head.

He moved closer again to her. There was no longer space between them. This time he took her by both hands.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked.

He was so tempting. It would be so easy to say yes to him. Lydia was certain that most girls would have melted by now and followed him. But she wasn’t most girls. He’d have to do better than that.

As if reading her mind he stared hard at her. Lydia felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

“What?” she asked consciously.

His dark eyes softened and he smiled.

“Fine how about I’ll tell you what you want to know about me, if you let me show you what I wanted to show you.” He pointed to the opened gate.

Was she actually going to consider his offer? What harm would it be to follow him anyway? Nobody was around.

She searched the street for bodies and could find nobody around but herself and the boy she stood holding hands with.

“You’ll tell me everything?” she asked as if she didn’t believe him.

“Everything” he nodded. “Well considering you asked me the right questions.” He finished.

Lydia smirked. He was going to play games with her. After what felt like minutes of weighing the cons and pros of following a stranger into grounds that were closed to the public she allowed herself to follow him.

He had let go of one of her hands and led the way while holding the other.

“Why do you want me to come here with you so bad?” she asked as the familiar castle drew up in front of them.

“I told you.” He said to her without looking back. “I wanted to show you something.”

Silently she followed him. Curiosity with what he wanted to show her mixed with the feeling of intrigue this guy created for her was enough to keep her following.

Then without notice he stopped.

They had been walking towards the gardens of the Castle. A place she had visited many times before.

“Close your eyes.” he whispered to her.

She eyed him cautiously.

“Why?”

He laughed.

“Lydia I love that you have not change one bit. Always so cautious of people.”

Lydia stood perplexed. What did he mean that she hadn’t changed one bit? She had only met him on one other occasion and that was less than an hour of talking.

She felt uneasy for the first time. She took a step back.

“What are you talking about?” she asked feeling nervous.

What had she been thinking? This guy was a stranger to her.

“Lydia.”

The stranger reached out to touch her. She pulled her hand away from him.

“Who are you?” she asked as she slowly began to retrace her steps.

The stranger looked at Lydia. His features had changes. Did he look hurt?

Lydia stopped struck by how raw the emotion across his face was.

“Lydia please just follow me. Everything will make sense then.” He pleaded.

Lydia was confused. He seemed so genuine. But she couldn’t shake the weird feeling that sat in her gut.

Like before he moved towards her.

“Please, I promise you can leave straight away. Please let me show you.”

His eyes borrowed into her soul. It was as if he needed her to see whatever it was he was going to show her.

Lydia swallowed. She already knew what to expect on the other side of the Castle.

She looked behind her the pathway was empty. If things weren’t what she deemed comfortable she could always run. Nothing was blocking her.

“Lydia?”

She looked up. He looked pale and oddly vulnerable.

For some reason she felt the least she could do was let him show her whatever it was he wanted to show her.

“Fine.” She said forcing her confidence.

She closed in the distance she had created between them.

“Let’s just get this over with then shall we?” she said.

This time she didn’t allow the stranger to take her hand. Instead he just nodded and took the lead once again.

“Will you please close your eyes first?” he asked, his voice small.

He had stopped.

The gardens lay dead ahead, but his towering body seemed to block the view.

She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. The whole situation was stupid. She had been here a million times before. Her hand was taken from her side as she was led to the back of the castle.

They came to a stop.

“Can I open them now?” She asked with a dead tone.

The stranger didn’t say anything or let her hand go.

She opened one eye and looked up at the boy she had blindly followed. His focus was not on her it was on something else in the distance. Opening both her eyes she followed the direction of his gaze.

When she caught sight of what he was looking at she inhaled.

The gardens were lit unnaturally by the full moon. A moon that up until this moment in time, she could have sworn had not been out.

Everything it touched turned to a silver, the entirety of what she was looking at seemed almost magical.

The wind blew her hair across her eyes and she pulled it from her face. It was hard to believe that something so surreal existed.

Yet she felt she had been here like this before.

“This is so familiar.” She said out loud.

“Do you remember yet?”

She looked to the body that stood beside her. He was watching her intently.

“Remember what?” she was confused.

He turned to her so that one side of his face was cast in shadow, the other in silver. Both his eyes seemed to glimmer in the night.

Was that moisture in his eyes?

“This,” he gestured around him, “the garden, the moonlight.” He paused for a minute. “Me?”

His voice cracked as he spoke his final word.

Lydia looked up into his eyes. He was on the verge of breaking down.

For what? Lydia was uncertain. What she did know was it made her feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know your na-” before she could finish the word.

The stranger’s lips were against hers. The movement caused her to lose her balance but strong arms caught her and pulled her closer to a chest that heated up her cold body. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. As the kiss deepened her arms automatically wound themselves around the back of the stranger’s neck. From the way their lips moved against one another, to the warmth of the boy’s chest, the greater sense of Déjà Vu kicked in.

Just as she felt the entire situation overwhelming, the stranger pulled away. She felt colder without his arms around her. He pulled back from her giving her space. He watched her carefully as if he was looking for her to give him some sort of clue.

“How do you feel?” he asked seriously.

Lydia shook her head something inside felt wrong. She had just allowed a complete stranger to kiss her? Stranger? No he wasn’t a stranger? She knew him. Well she felt like she knew him.

She raised her hand to her head. She had a head ache. Maybe from being in the cold too long.

What was she saying she didn’t know this guy. How could he not be a stranger?

Yet every time she thought of him as a stranger her mind would contradict her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She felt nauseous.

“I’ve to go.” She said quickly.

Yet when she went to move it was if was as if her legs were made for jelly. Before she knew it she was headed for a collision with the ground. Only she never met the ground.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he pulled her to her feet.

“Yes I’m fine.” She told him flustered. She pushed away from him having gotten better control of her reflexes. “I’m so sorry Jason. I really have to go.”

Just as she turned to walk away from him, her arm was grabbed and she was swung around.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice shook as she spoke.

She was frightened of his intentions.

“What did you just say?” his eyes were wide almost as if he wasn’t certain of something.

Lydia pulled her arm back from his grip roughly.

“I said I had to go.” She took a step backward.

He closed in on the distance.

“No after that, you said my name.” he pushed.

Lydia shook her head.

“No I didn’t. You haven’t even told it to me yet.” She pointed out. “It doesn’t matter I don’t want to know anymore I just want to go home. So good night.” She rushed in her final sentence.

This time when she turned Jason ran in front of her blocking her way.

Her heart beat in her chest. Not in the same way it had when she had met this boy earlier in the night.

“Get out of my way!” She ordered.

She was not going to let him know how frightened she was beginning to feel.

He didn’t budge just watched her intensely.

When he didn’t move at her order, she tried to push by him.

He blocked her way. He pulled her back.

“Get off me Jason!” she cried out.

She didn’t care if he knew he frightened her. She wanted someone to hear her. She wanted to get away from this guy. He was crazy.

“There you just said it again!” he said as a smile crept up his face.

“What?” Lydia asked.

She recounted her last words. Jason? Where did that come from?

“Jason.” She said again as if it were a foreign word that she could not make sense of.

“Yes” he said almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“But how?”

Suddenly something clicked into place. She turned around expecting to see the silver lit garden. Her heart sank a little as the moonlight no longer shone the same silver.

“The moonlight and the garden” she began.

Why had she the feeling like it had happened before?

“Yes” Jason urged.

“And you!” she pointed to him.

He said nothing as if fearing he might break the trail of thought she was on.

“I’ve seen it all before. I’ve come here before.” The memory began to construct itself in her mind. She turned to him. “I’ve come here before with you.”

She covered her mouth as if she had just cursed out loud without thinking.

“How is that possible?” it was his turn to provide the information.

The memory didn’t make sense. How had she been here with a guy she had only met one other time?

“But I’ve only spoken to you once before.”

Jason nodded.

“Perhaps only once in this life time.” He paused as if considering how he was going to word his next sentence.

“Before that we’ve spoken to each other many times. This I assure you.”

Lydia couldn’t quite figure out what he meant and yet some part of her acknowledged what he had said.

He moved his hands up to his throat and unclasped a chain from around his neck. He reached for Lydia’s hand turning the palm upwards. Delicately he allowed the silver chain that held a small crystal pendant at the end to fall into her hands.

“You told me not to give this back until I found you again.”

Lydia who had been watching Jayson closely, tore her eyes away from him as she carefully inspected the necklace.

As it glimmered from the dimming moonlight something about it caused her heart to flutter. She recognised the necklace, and yet couldn’t place how.

Jason was close to her again.

“I’ve been waiting a very long time for you.” He told her.

His voice seemed to strain as he spoke.

Lydia closed her hand around the necklace.

The wind blew around her.

The cold air felt good against her bare arms. She hadn’t realised how warm she felt.

There was silence between the two of them as they stood facing one another. Neither knew what to say.

Jason’s eyes were no longer readable as he stared at her lips.

As she wondered if he was going to kiss her again and if she’d let him her chest seemed to tighten, making it difficult to breath.

She closed her eyes expecting his lips to touch hers in any moment. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he drew closer to her face.

“Lydia?” a voice shouted from a distant.

Lydia jumped back startled.

“Lydia, are you in here?” another shouted.

Straight away she recognised the voices as those of her friends.

What were they doing here? She had thought they had gone to the night club.

Jason too seemed startled by the shrill voices that echoed through the air.

“Lydia?” again they shouted in chorus.

She looked up towards the boy who she had been about to kiss. Why couldn’t they have waited a few more minutes to come looking for her?

She moved away from him for a moment.

“I’m here.” She shouted back.

When she turned Jason was by her side.

“Hold on to that necklace. I’ll find you again I promise.”

“Where are you going?” she asked as he turned away from her and walked in the opposite direction.

“Lydia there you are!” a female voice said.

Lydia’s attention was momentarily taken away from the figure that was walking away from her. Her friend was red faced, probably from running.

She had her heels in one hand. She pulled strands of hair from her face.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? We were freaking out!” the friend told her through breaths.

Lydia quickly chanced a glance to the far side of the castle. Jason was gone. Al that remained were shadows.

“Come on Lydia we shouldn’t be in here. If we get caught we’re screwed. The girls are waiting at the gate.”

Lydia looked down into her hand as her friend rambled on about how worried they were when they didn’t find her waiting where they had left her.

The silver necklace remained there. She closed her hand tighter around the thing as it created inexplicable feelings inside her.

Almost in a trance she followed her friend out of the castle grounds.

“I’ll find you again” he had told her.

There was so much she couldn’t quite grasp. She was hungry for more information. The next time they met, she was going to make sure he answered her questions.

That she was certain of.

Just like she was certain he would keep his promise.


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