Kashish

CHAPTER : 2 - THOSE EYES

Chapter : 2 - Those Eyes.

"So I see, you don't talk much." Vanessa said as was writing down the lesson in my notebook.

"Yes, I'm not much of a talker." I replied pausing for a moment and replying her.

"Let's see if I can change that atleast by the end of the year." She laughed and I just looked at her.

"Let's see." I said.

The classes for today were over according to the schedule. I've written down everything that's need to be done by today.
It's almost lunch time. Everybody started moving. And I walked out too. Vanessa was talking to the girl sitting behind our row. I looked at her if she would notice me leaving. But she did not.

As I was about to leave, I felt someone's eyes on me. Actually, they've been since the morning. Qais.
I turned and met his eyes. Every time I looked into his eyes, they had a fire. A burning passion. With his eyes such intense, I couldn't help but wonder who he is. I've seen his eyes before. Somewhere.

I quickly jerked the feeling off and walked away from the room. I walked through empty hallways. Everyone were out in the luncheon or the pizza corners outside the campus. Everyday by this time the hallways were empty, silent. I took the last right and walked inside pushing the huge door open. It almost was dark. But there was one small window with the broken glass providing the only source of light.

It was a concert hall. But it was tiny to be exactly called a hall. Considering this campus had another concert hall, this was rarely used.

I put my bag on the floor as any table in this hall was covered in dusk. And taking my violin out of the case, I played. I drifted off into the only escape I had for years.

My eyes closed, the floor beneath me shifted. And the chaos escaped. My heart raced faster and I held my breath as I played. It wasn't perfect. Everytime I played I couldn't hear it, it wasn't supposed to be this.

I stopped with a grunt lifting off the violin and I took a deep breath.

"Y-you.. you are push-ing your self t-too much."

I opened my eyes to meet the same intense ones that have been crashing mine since the morning.

"Pardon?" I said as he moved forward talking steps until he stood infront of me.
He was taller, must be six, or an inch more. He had a sharp nose and jaw. And those eyes, that could draw anything to annihilation.

"Y-you play b-beaut-tifully." He spoke.

For a man with such passion in his eyes, with such a fire he stammers. It was unusual.

"It was anything but beautiful." I mumbled taking my eyes away from him.

"S-seems you lo-love play-ing Bach-h." He said. His voice was low, as if he held something inside. A barrier, that doesn't let it out.

For the first time in years, someone caught my eye. Him. He wasn't Kian, but he was different. Something caught my eye that wasn't perfection.

Qais, someone with a lot of imperfections.
From his eyes, to his shuttering words. He was drawing my attention to him.

What are you Qais? Why do your eyes ignite everything, but your voice holds weakness? Who are you?

"A- Are you O-kay?" His voice broke me out of my trance. I raised my chin again to meet his eyes.

"Fine." I answered. He just searched my eyes. He didn't speak. But I noticed, we were made of something same. The fire we had, it was same.

"K-K-Kash-ish-h." He said. Kashish. It was a lot for him to say. I could feel his soul struggle to get it, say it but everything in him pained. It took everything in him just to reach it.