The World In Colours

Chapter 3 || Repercussions

Why are we so broken?

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Midday light brought a lighter pallete to the view, as if the artist had just surrendered to a bonnier mood.

Barely any clouds hanging in the sky and with the sun scorching it's heat mercilessly, it was almost mid summer by now and yet there was a long way until the vacations. And while others were all whining about it, nagging as to why the school never realised their discomfort as they plopped themselves over their desks, their arms stretched over the wooden surface, sweat effortlessly clinging into their skin making them cringe in disgust, sheer exhaustion taking over the controls without permission. On the other hand, Yusarin remained as calm as ever, serenity practically dripping through her existence as she was seated calmly at her seat without the slimmest sign of discomfort which tended to wear away even the composed ones.

In actuality, summers were her favourite, she craved for the ever longing warmth every single moment of her life, afraid that the momentary chill belonging to her far fetched imagination might manifest itself into a real world entity in the blink of an eye, only to freeze her forever, leaving her to drown in her own suffering, delightfully ending all her miseries altogether. She would've been glad to accept it, but wasn't willing to experience that dreadful moment until the very end.

"C'mon Yusarin, why don't you ever talk to us?" Valt's weary voice dances through his vocal cords in a waltz, his words being lost into incoherent mumbles as he finishes off his sentence, rather lazily. He too was one of those who was sickly tired of the heat and was plopped on his desk, his eyes closed in the abyss of tranquility, his arms outstretched, the heat extracting all the stored up energy he had managed to gather up in the morning as he stuffed in a beybread with some milk, not willing to be late again for school, but that wasn't the exact reason. It was more likely that he wanted to talk to Yusarin ever since he was aware of her existence in class, his curiosity getting the better of him, begging him to learn more about her, chasing his hopeless quest of befriending her. His interest seemed to have spiked up even more since she had strictly instructed him to not disturb her during classes in a desolate attempt to save him from the downpour of tremendous humiliation and to not look like an absolute clown by embarrassing himself once more before the whole class and get himself punished just like the previous day.

However, he wasn't one of those who wanted vacations, as that would mean that he wouldn't be able to meet his friends at school, even though they always had the chance to hangout somewhere else, but that wouldn't have done the work as it surely wouldn't include Yusarin who seemed to turn down all his offers.

Enervation of the day taking over full control of his mind and body simultaneously, he felt it a little too difficult job to keep his eyes open after the seemingly long day of lectures, even though in actuality, not even half the day had passed by. Waiting for the bell for recess, he disallowed his eyes to be lost in the chasm of darkness behind his eyelids, but every nerve of his body revolting against it, betraying his decisions and dropping low, his question remaining unanswered. And just as he felt himself being lost, the voice which he so desired to hear in a long time, finally spiked up the senses of his auditory impulse.

"I prefer that you refrain from addressing me by my first name. We aren't close enough to be in informal terms."

Allowing her deep voice to be engraved at the back of his mind, her words submerging into an ocean of nothingness, his senses finally starting to act up from the little system shutdown. He slowly sat up, a new spark of glimmer in his hazel eyes, his heart feeling a bit lighter that after an entire day of ignoring him, she had finally decided to respond. All through this week, she had been avoiding him like a plague, restricting herself from any kind of deep communication. And it had risen up to such an unbearable extent that he had almost forgotten her voice.