Chapter 27 Unexpressed 9

• SINCE THE NIGHT WE had together, she hasn't been herself. Her world has been empty and left to lie in the ridge of consolation. She believes she will see me again. She believes she will have the nights at her fingers she had been starved from after the last night we had together. That part of nature, which made her went kooky and she lost her self in the middle of it all.
• She has this instinct that I will definitely come back for her to pick the scripts I forget at her place. She long for this, so she can prison me at her grasp as in the previous weeks, Cathy never let go off her memories. Within her imagination locked in wanderings, Catherine tries to know the reason behind the first two letters I wrote. Who is Ebeline? I have refused to tell her.
• She doesn't know where to start from. Who to ask the name Ebeline? Why do I have to cage this part of my life from her? What was in my mind when I was nestling my world with this name....Ebeline. In her mind, she was angry and confused, lost in the bank of her imagination; in my own head I also imagined what would be the pages unfolding.