[Read my revision FIRST! Not this version! The storyline has altered a lot!] UNEDITED
After being captured by a sinister organization because of their telepathic abilities, an American and Pakistani fall in love as they fight for their lives.
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*Luna*
*November 5, 2018*
Rolling over in my bed, I kept thinking about what it was like to transition into another country subconsciously. Never in a million years would I have thought this moment would happen. I couldn't believe what I'd experienced. I couldn't wrap my mind about connecting to another human being in a different part of the world. It still fathoms me to relive the memory of stepping into Pakistan through Amir's conscience.
It couldn't have been real, so I lead myself to believe. But it was real. It was very real.
He seemed nice and courteous. He explained all that he could about our anomaly. Human anomalies are unknown, and we're almost secret. Only close friends or family knows of us. I must have inherited one of my ancestor's genes. It skipped my father and my older sister, Liberty. If it didn't, then they experience the same things as I have, and they keep quiet about it. Maybe my family believes it skipped me. I wonder if Sarah was one of the "tethered." So many possibilities.
After bringing Sarah to her kindergarten class and Chase leaving for work, I pondered where Amir was and what he was doing now. I know little about Pakistan. I know most citizens are Muslim and have different laws or practices than we have in America. My family came from England and started a restaurant business in Houston.
And shortly after meeting Chase, all three of us moved to New Orleans because he became a finance manager in a local office. I started up my photography studio in the middle of the French Quarter and have seen a few people wearing coverings over their heads. I think they're called a hijab? and the people might be of Indian descent. Or somewhere on the other side of the ocean. That group of people are caring and understanding, and they smile when they see me driving up to park my car in front of my studio. I've offered to give them photography sessions, so they could advertise their small business. I later became great friends with one restaurant owner named, Mera.
From what I know, most people of Indian descent are sweet and don't impose themselves among others. I don't have a faith, really, but I am spiritual. I wonder if Amir believes in Islam like others in his orbit, or does he live separately and only show interest if someone asks for it? I'm not sure, but I would like to know more about him. His faith, if he has one, wouldn't determine who he is, anyway. I just care about getting to know who he is and learn more about him and his home life.
As I made my way into my kitchen, I'm suddenly inside a different one that I've never seen before. I turned to the side and watch as Amir was in the middle of pouring food from a pan into a small bowl. My nose twitched at the strong, spicy scent looming into the air. It smelled appetizing and had me curious as to what he prepared.
"Mmm... that smells delicious," I said, startling him. A few bits of his meal fell out of his bowl and onto the floor. "Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."
