to do. I was weak and sick. Also I could add that I was scared, confused.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This helped to feel a little better and that was enough for me to open my eyes again and gasped. Christopher was sitting on the chair next to my bed. How did he come here? I could swear that he wasn't here a minute before. And plus, I didn't hear anyone coming into the room.
“Who are you?” I asked in a weak voice. I was so puny that even an ant could defeat me with one touch.
“I am a protector, Trinity. I am your protector,” his eyes met mine and didn't let me go. Seeing honesty in his eyes, I nodded, giving him a sign that I was listening and believing him, although a tiny voice in my head warned me not to do that.
“From what will you protect me?”
“From bad things,” he smirked and shifted from chair to the bed. His fingers soon found the place on my face from which he removed a lock of my hair. It felt so good and on the same time so wrong. I didn't know who he was.
Grip yourself, Trinity, I ordered myself. It's not time and place to drool over a guy who know...
“How long I was out? Where am I?”
“Changing the subject,” he teased, removing his fingers, but not eyes from my face. I didn't said anything to that. I patiently waited for him to continue. “You were dead for eighteen years,” he said carefully.
“Eighteen?” I frowned.
He nodded.
“Triny, what I am about to tell you, is important. It could sound stupid or maybe funny, but that is the truth.”
Now it was my time to nodded, give him a sign that I understood him.
He squeezed his lips together. He didn't want to tell me what he had to. That was a clear sign for me that I wouldn't be happy to hear his words, but I needed to know something, and only he and that woman were those people who could kill those dark clouds and bring me back the sun.
The truth saves us, I said in my mind.
“The car accident in which you died... was planned. Your soulmate was killed. We couldn't leave you alive, because you hadn't even met him and that was the main reason why you were dead. A person, who hadn't met his soulmate, will become a living ghost. Your mission was to create and change lives, Triny,” he gave some seconds for the words to sink in me. But not the story which he was telling me, stole my attention; it was how he shorted my name. Only my best friend called me Triny.
Tears appeared in my eyes, and I couldn't stop them. If he was telling the truth, although I didn't want to believe him, I was dead for eighteen years and my friend... Tessa... how could she live without me, her best friend?
“Shh,” he said calmly, removing small water drops from my cheek. “I know how it sounds, but you need to understand that everything was done ...”
“Why am I alive?” I closed my eyes. I didn't want to meet his gaze or let another pair of salty tears to travel my face.
“Because a mistake was done. You see, when a guy turns eighteen, we check who is his soulmate and try to find a way for them to meet. Sometimes we are able to bring them both together in two months, sometimes it takes years. I and Avery got... him “ he decided to hide his real name. ”He is eighteen and we tried to find out who will be his friend of the life,” he stopped again, giving me some time to understand his words.
“And?” I asked, although I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear more of this crazy story. Was he a writer? Because if not, I could definitely use this story to create a book.
“We didn't found her until we started to dig deeper. Really deep, “ was he making fun of last day's events? ” The baby which had to be your new body, died some minutes after the birth. We had some cases when the soul didn't want to come back to live or it had another reasons, for example, was scared, confused. They run away, ending up to be locked in their old bodies. Ant that's how some nasty ghosts appear. “
“You want to tell me that I was so